Saturday, November 24, 2007
While I've been drawing and painting, in a city not so far away my father is very ill. I don't know if it is the distance or my complacency towards the situation or hope that makes me think he will be alright. I called him up and spoke to him, I'm worried yes but I can't deny that I feel he will be okay soon. I can't decide if I'm wrong or right in feeling what I do.
glitter by Chamki at 10:10 pm