It is late.
It is late to go to bed.
So I sit down in front of my desk.
Trying to write something down.
Dad's snoring is distracting.
But I think this will be one of the sounds I am going to miss dearly twenty years later.
So I learn to see everything as something cute in disguise.
Try to see things in another way.
I am good.
I am doing fine.
So I try to write all these down.
Trying to remember all these feelings.
Where I hid them into these words.
Just wanted to simply write something down.
Take time to appreciate every single thing in life.
Feeling thankful to be given life.
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