where are you now?
The season of giving is now a reality. But the day I have you was also the worst. The 19th day in the month of Christ when I was filled with excitement that I finally have you. It was a 9, fair colored creation I’ve longed and now I have it. Pretty huge, huh? Too bad I only have you for two hours or so and what’s worst? Your untouchable..
A picture of you with me was taken – the only thing I have as a souvenir of my dumbness. The comfort of being with you, the fame of having you, and the happiness you’d probably brought..but now? It’s only in my dreams. I’m sorry that I failed tooking good care of you. I was just overjoyed when party goers conquer the stage and tons of raffle items mesmerize me. But sooner, got nothing.
Where are you now, my Penshoppe flip flops? Whoever got you probably sicking to death with mumps, chicken fox, athlete’s foot and leprosy. God bless you for you didn’t bother surrender it to the lost and found section..and might as well thank you for this post..😉
lost and found: