This week passed by so fast. Sometimes days just won’t go… whereas other times they just fly. This week just flew. Kind of like sand running through my fingers. Christmas is at hand and it won’t be such a good one, because my sister and her kids are moving to Australia in the beginning of December and I can’t quite digest this. There’s this feeling of emptiness inside me since she told us. I know it’s for the best and all that, but still…. A part of me will go and most possibly will never come back. I’m at such a loss. Like in a room with four walls and no door or windows. Cannot avoid the unavoidable. So, this part of me is like the rose in my photograph: sort of dead but not dead.
I don’t know if I’m making any sense but life won’t be the same ever again.