Cold
Saturday, March 14th, 2009I was all alone, hugging my knees.
i thought i had it all… carreer, family, car, rented house, houses, home, a place to bake my bread puddings…
how wrong was I. i still need the missing puzzle. No matter how good Kelantan make me feel, or Putrajaya, or Teluk Intan even; i still feel empty inside.
The sms keep on flowing.. “where were you? we miss you this morning.” “the discussion is not the same without you” “if you cant make it next time, tell me, so i can fetch you and bring you to the circle”
Yes. I miss my circle.
Then my wife call me from downstairs. Lunch is ready.
