Today is a question mark day.
Today is a question mark day; maybe a boring day because right in front of me are only walls and outside are trees that don’t talk, but only sway and never tire of smiling at me. Thank you for the trees.
Maybe I have to cut the iron bars that only make me see a limited space and roll me to and fro like a ball just locked in here. I keep on analyzing, but couldn’t exact an equation of this dilemma of nothing follows, but a view of a garage full of cars and no life beating in zeal. Not about zombies, I’m talking about, but compatibility of goals and some kind of matter that rubs to ignite fire.
How are you today? I’ve been thinking of studying clouds and how I could draw smiley icons on it and write love letters above. Tell me how to do it; just so we could play hangman or any word game and be happy even if we’re oceans apart and we keep missing each other.
Do the trees in your place smile, too? Are they funny like clouds of numbers on forests and clouds of ice cream in shades of pink and yellow? How about violet leaves and petals?
Are you busy? I am not. What I do now is just stare and think of what I’m going to dust and read tomorrow. Yes, time is gold so I am writing you.
Be happy as I plead… Always, you are in my heart, even in days of questions, in days of exultation, and in all the days of my life.
And so… we let God.
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