Thursday, October 29, 2009
deflate me not.
As a kid, I become all excited whenever I get my hands on a sheet of puffy air-filled bubble wrap. I’d sit quietly, entertaining myself with each popping bubble, one row at a time.
But even a kid would know that soon enough, there won’t be any more bubbles left to burst and no matter how hard you may try, you can never put air back into those little pockets again.
Today, I feel like that bubble wrap, getting more deflated with every squeeze of the finger.
Posted by Jo at 8:45 PM
