Our sameness make us more congenial to this story, but it is in contradiction that we find our truest selves.
I seek the sun's rays And morning's blush A darkened Sunrise As time stills We greet in silence
when you grow up in two cultures, you aren't split in half. Instead, there are two distinct beings inside of you...
In the dark recess of the mind, there is hope.
Sadness shall pass like the morning's sun. Here clumps of rose petals will fall