why?

why always "no"?

why can't i be a kid?

why can't i be selfish like everyone else is?

why must i grow up?

i feel like a fish thrashing about when it's caught up in the net. Once swimming in its own waters, having its own way of dealing thing suddenly exposed - painfully, unable to breathe in its own waters again

but the Fisherman who Caught me Knows Better. He Knows that I'll grow better out of my cluster of thorns as I thrash about, learning to deal in new waters

it's a matter of me accepting - and trusting - that fact

Da

made all the effort to go early

spent some time in silence

got one whole day of fabulous time-arrangement

i don't really need to lift much of my fingers

all i did was to do my best

Thank You for them, Da

Thank You