Coming Thursday, the candles will be too much for the cake to bear. What more me who have to blow all them away. How I wish that I could blow all the pain and suffering that I am going through. My wishful thinking. Maybe I should learn to be grateful that there are more candles to blow and having loved ones nearby.
In a puff, ( A BIG ONE) the candles diminished then my heart will say ... pls let this day pass fantastic fast like a speed car in a hot race. Then I will embrace myself by reminding me ... come on it is just an increasing number but with a little help maybe. just maybe I will try to slow it down .
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