One for my yindian friends

Recent mutton briyani party with my Indian friends.


Nope, this blog is not dysfunctional.
I'm still alive and kicking.
I've just too tied up to do any blogging these days.
One full-time job, 2 part-time jobs and still taking classes at UNT.
And preparing to go home...soon.

So, I guess I'm pardoned?

Unexpected love no easy

Picture by Sam Brown

Not once. Not the second time.

Both times you came and turned the world I had carved around me upside down.

Why do we continue to hurt so much, and yet be tender together?

Why do we battle with our minds, as our hearts continue to ache?

Why do we not hear the language, but feel the pain?

Why do we struggle to hide, and yet fight when we become raw?

Why do we long to please, only to fail so miserably?

Why do we clash again, despite carrying the same burden?

Why do we lift up hands above and yet lose Hope?

And so I go about another day, carrying both pain and sweetness inside me.


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