Monday, March 12, 2012

confetti


In my own yard… or in my own dream… I’m just confetti. Scattered around and stepped by the passers-by. Not material. 

Confetti… I’m.

I felt like He does not love me… or He hate me or He just angry with me. Make me felt like useless confetti. 

He never neglects, hate or dis-love me, or anyone… angry maybe. 

It’s the confetti… waiting to be swept away.