The Sun is at the center of the universe.

I've always liked rain. The sound of raindrops falling on the roof brings music to my mind. The smell of watered soil reminds me of home. The touch of cool air. The sight of lightning occasionally frightens me, but the thunder that follows seconds later calmly secures me that the troubles are far away, they won't hurt me, and that everything will be alright.

I tend to write in sadness. There's always so much happening around me and so much going inside my head that the words I type are insignificant to how I really feel. My entries were too dark for my persona, I was told. Drunken words speak the sober mind. If truth potions were real, mine would have been alcohol or just any drink taken past midnight.

I've hit rock bottom, but I choose to see the good things. There's no way but up.

Here's to brighter days under the scorching sun.