It was a bad day, wasn't it?

It could've been worst but it was not, so take a rest and let's get it together, shall we?

Talk to me, I am all ears
I have my worries too
But I love listening to you
I have my doubts too
But I love listening to you
I have my anxieties too
But I love listening to you
I have my fears
My scars and frustrations too
But I love listening to you
Because listening to you
Is also part of my self healing
To remind me that I'm strong
That I have a GOD bigger than my problems

Breathing the fire
Contemplation
Burns my eyes

Drawing little tears
I trace around lines
small oval shaped drops
I cut away from your eyes
pasting them in a scrapbook
for the hurting to see
Inviting all to look
how sorrow is set free
tear out the paper
fold into a plane
crease down the corners
and fly away the pain

i have trouble accepting the ends of things
relationships, each day, my life

i miss my Beloved Dead
i sing Cuts Like a Knife

the Buddha saw the transience
Nothing Gold Can Stay

2:22 all alone
Bangkok to Taipei

Krop Kun Kop
Xie Xie