- Yes sir, I will be done soon.
When I was youngmom used to tell me that
parent can be whole worldfor my age.
I was gifted child.
like swimming in warm pool
I dreamed to be a painter
with love of my parent
When I was 18, the days end
everything burns into ashes
I was too young, and grown-ups are too fast in calculating.
all inheritance are gone by their fast movement on it
I barely got tiny container house and pin money for finishing my school.
I didn't want to be care by others. I was fine...
Small couch made me feel I'm alive.
I still feel hungry even though my parent are gone, cause I'm still alive...
I wanted to be grown-up right after I winked my eyes once
I became a painter.
Now I barely smile...
I'm not rich but I can afford
but sometimes I feel lonely
my pecadilo...am I allowed to be happy?