When the Magic of Kitkats Don’t Work Anymore

Sometimes you wish you have a time machine so you could go back. At times, I’d like to go back during those times when my grandfather is the only man in my life, when my grandmother could protect me from anything. When barbies and cartoons can make me high.  When life was not complicated at all. When all your pain can be healed with a kiss, a coloring book and a kitkat bar. When missing a babar episode was the only thing that you cry about. When life was worry free. When you don’t have anything yet feel oh so complete.

Posted: 04 November 2007