Sometimes I wonder that the child in me: he never really grows older. Stays the same, remains the same, and always be the same, even though he'd been passing so many changes in life.
He is still the child I used to know. The spoiled one but brave, the tough one but sensitive, and the innocent one but tricky. He grows in the long and winding road, but one thing for sure, he stays healthy and fat...
Once, he was crying in the verandah, when parrents no longer stayed together. Fragile, helpless and so deep in blue. He wished that he could fly to the sky to meet the angels and the rainbow that so flattered up there. And he wished to be landed in a different life with a happy ending scenario.
Once, he was crying in the verandah, when parrents no longer stayed together. Fragile, helpless and so deep in blue. He wished that he could fly to the sky to meet the angels and the rainbow that so flattered up there. And he wished to be landed in a different life with a happy ending scenario.
Now,
he is still crying in the balcony, staring at the stars and the crescent moon, wishing that he has wings that can fly him to a nest far across the universe, where he thinks he will find peace of mind.
http://littletom.blogspot.com/2006/09/child-in-me.html
he is still crying in the balcony, staring at the stars and the crescent moon, wishing that he has wings that can fly him to a nest far across the universe, where he thinks he will find peace of mind.
http://littletom.blogspot.com/2006/09/child-in-me.html
