Whenever I get my pen on paper and think of that humorous feeling I've had recently, those made of pain and sorrows haunt my mind and appear vividly than just a memory however much I try to force them away, I myself can't find a way to achieve it.
My spirit goes straight in a prison cell and getting out of there, the walls are thick. That's why I hate journaling about my all.

This seems incredible to believe but I have once given the all thing time and the second time I've come to believe.
Besides my crush going mad and as long as we stay in this neighborhood, my heart will never make it up as I many times bump in her during my evening or noon walks and the sight of her shatters me.

But right in front of me as my eyes wander all over my boring room, by the window corner and pinned on the wall is a recklessly sketched picture of a boy, with a stick-neck, upward bowled moon for a mouth, ball eyes and an enormous head, bearing my name, Flora gave it to me.
And besides all the unfortunate, it brings me smiles and happy memories of her while she still lived and alive..

What's that little thing that brings you smiles even when in a sorrowful moment?

© derrecyoy