Doodled Scribbles

I’ve been living my life with life itself with a heavy burden in my heart. Such burden denominated with fear, and unreadiness. Is this one of life’s ways in presenting its predicament? Its hard, hurting and painful. Whenever i see them hiding the pain, my heart aches. Seeing them soundly asleep, i bombard myself with thoughts, how can i make them happy, how can i erase, shift these burdening feelings out of their heart, and out of their tired minds. How i wish in some way, i can make them happy. Seeing them smile each day, seeing them doing okay, happy, completes the aching me..