If they find you.
From the Blog randomlyabstract “There is more and more I tell no one…” ~Jane Hirshfield There is more and more I tell no one. It kills me how I’m dying. You came to see me two months ago and I have been missing you ever since. Every morning, as soon as I wake up, I make a prayer for you to be there and then I open my eyes. Slowly. Expectantly. But then you’re never here. Nobody is. And you know, that makes me smile, always. This foolish thing called hope never tires! It’s embarrassing too, to think what I have become but I cannot just help it. I am waiting for you to show up. The doctors told me yesterday I haven’t got much time remaining on my hands. I said to them, thank you. I thought they did this so I could develop an understanding of my case and accept what was going to happen to me. One of them sighepakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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