This blog is so sad, everyone would think i am a sad person. I am. And I am not.
The fact that I just cannot write when I am happy. I guess most of us have problem expressing our joy or happiness. It always makes me feel stupid or unreal.
And this post would not even happen if i didnt come back to Z11 on my own. Everytime i stand in front of the window, i tell baby I. the story about the tree and the reason why i can be that much spiritual or depressed some times.
Spring here was so short. All i’ve known was a glimpse of blossom and occasional two digit temperatures. Now sunshine is everywhere. The kind of sunshine that causes summertime sadness syndrome around the world.
Everything was grey, my heart was shattered. Now green is everywhere, and my heart finds its pieces.
I guess God heard me.