Old Crib

When will my turn come? Day by day is like a hope for me. Waiting to receive a good news. A chance for me to ‘get out’ from this place. Everyday, I pictured myself outside from this old crib..to explore the world.to be outside from my comfort zone, to take challenges..I am still waiting for that opportunity to come. I am still here..in this old place of mine..Wishing one day I could fly..and build my own crib somewhere.