This Saturday

Two saturdays has passed…the spot still ache. The spot where you realise your dreams is slowly…slipping out of your hands. I have defended my dream to write. Now I am ready to give it up for good. So be it… if this is how you want it.

Dear God,
Can I say it? Even if I don’t, you know it is there – a little thorn in my heart. God, I want a normal life…