Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Thoughts

The hardest part is accepting and then waiting for it to be over.

We held each other’s hand and cried for a long time.

For one moment every thing is scheduled, and then NOT.

It was unexpected.

We are not prepared for the challenge.

Watching our life change before our eyes, you drifted and left us in an instant.

For now, we promise to be better and prepare for the next coming.

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