I look at all the things I've gotten for Donkey, and I don't know what to do with them. My feeling is reflected by the bleak weather. My heart clenched, and I walk with the heaviest heart.
What do I do when everything I've believed in falls apart? What do I do when the one thing that seems the most solid crumbles and I'm trying to put the pieces back together again?
My fingers are still crossed in hope of getting a cheap flight back for christmas. My prayer still remains, only slightly altered. My hope is stronger and I believe in the best.
I'm holding on to the thinnest of thread...it's my lifeline. It's my only chance. It's the only thing that keeps me going on.
In the meantime, I sit here breathing quietly. I sit here, braving a smile on my face. Waiting to go back to the one thing that is home to me.
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