slime

Do you remember the last time you made slime?
Do you remember the feel of the coloured goo slip through your fingers?
But that coloured goo could also become as hard as a rock... until it lost its shape and seeped through your spread fingers.

Sometimes i think life is like slime, you could have this amazing big ball of happiness, until you stop molding, and it looses its hardness, turns glossy and slides away. You will slowly try to get it back but all it will do it slip and slop everywhere as you frantically clasp you hands trying to get it all back you just make it worse and lose it all.

Don't stop molding, because loosing your happiness is like loosing life.

Kathleen Armstrong