FATHER, SON, HOLY SPIRIT.HAHA.Sorry Mr. Pope.
As I sit here thinking what to write, am I really a writer ?
As the ideas flow in but I don’t know what to choose, am I being indecisive ?
As I scroll through Facebook looking at people’s post, am I being lifeless ?
Life is like a journey on a train,
with its stations,
with its changes of routes and
with its accidents.
“Chooo Chooo!” We hear the train call.We board this train,with our parents beside us.The train departs…