i feel like going to a park to blow bubbles and pop them.
i feel like blowing glitter into the air and watching it fall to the ground.

i don't know why but i'm thinking of my grandfather who passed away many years ago. its been a decade. i still remember the last time i saw him, it was a sunday. i heard so many stories as i grow up about how he used to have coins in his pocket and would bring me to sit on those merry-go-rounds. how he would buy me chocolates and candies. part of me miss him alot.

just when i wanna pick myself up again this happens. for once, grow up.