Somehow i really need a retreat. Somewhere at pasir ris beach.
Somewhere where i can be alone,
with my raging thoughts
but most of all,
with God.
A gust of wind blew and swept the balloon string out of the boy's hands. The balloon bobbed along the current of the wind, a multicoloured myriad of colours, and floated along the blue horizon of a sky.
The little boy's faint whisper was lost over the sounds of the rushing crowd.
