The pieces of the puzzles scrambled. Everything were not in their orders. The books were lying around on the couches, the tables upside down, chairs broken, lights blinking, the bed was not made well, pillows on the floor and teddies killing each other. I was busy adapting with the surrounding. Looking here and then, nothing really change actually. Nearly a decade ago, it was the same feeling. The same heartache. The same tears. The same worry.
It just happened at different time. Different year. And the burden?
You tell me.
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