It's almost 4 a.m.

I feel like writing rubbish :).

As hard as I tried to bring myself into slumber, flashbacks and nostalgia circulated endlessly through my ocean of thoughts. Recollections overwhelm and haunt the every single thing I had in mine. The thunder roared loudly, keeping me away from having this sleep, as though condemning me from escaping this harsh cold reality. When will this torment ever end? Perhaps it's just a matter of time, or will it ever subside? Will there be a rainbow after the thunderstorm? No.