In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Shadowed.”
One more time, shadowed days have come to me again… Outside, the raining under grey sky seems like crying with me.
I know that just I am at the lowest point of sinous wave. Passing by that kind of feeling many times, I still don’t have any immediate solution to push myself up. I just “enjoy” it and tell myself “Everything will be fine”…
As my Fosterfather told be, just praying, God bless you….