Nothing feels more conflicting than

the pitter-patter of raindrops on a sunny day,

Uncomfortable yet so irresistible, bittersweet.

Like eating too much chocolate,

The overload of sweetness leaving my throat raspy and dry

Like finding your favorite book buried deep in the corner of your room

Only to discover that the pages have long faded away to blotchy smudges.

I love hot tea, yet it always burns my tongue

Scalding down my throat but freshness still lingering on my tastebuds

Eyes closed, burning bliss coursing through my veins,

I let it be.

Sorrow and love, excitement and grief

Bittersweet, yes. But more importantly, carefree.