August 22nd is around the corner.
I will be 62 years old.... sigh.
I don't want August 22nd to come, I am dreading that day terribly. He stands in front of me, pacing back and forth, wandering around the spa like a 5 year old... and all I can feel is........ pain. The pain that hits me everytime he leaves. I will spend another birthday in tears, wishing my birthday away.
He'll be back again... but then he will leave again.... and then he'll be back again. That's life. Must be strong.
jejeje dont worry when you turn 67 like me you will really feel it :)
ReplyDeletei think people think to much about their mortality, its not so much the time you are give but what you do with it.
cliche i know, but some cliches tend to be true