I've been sick for 2 days now.
Not a serious one, but it still managed to enervate me.
A little feverish + flu + sore throat = disaster.
Sick makes myself feeble - thirsting for love and care.
Sick makes me think a lot - is this what I want?
A lot of things happened in these past few months - I've learnt a lot; I've grown a lot.
So near, yet so far.
Souls are interlinked.
The care , the love I've got thus far nurtured me - recuperate me in rapid speed.
Just a simple:
I'm all pumped! :)