Living is like a ride in a ‘molue’:
Kaleidoscopic. Oxymoronic.
Dangerous and exciting;
Laughter and tearing;
Loving and fighting;
Chasing dreams and fantasies,
A journey from somewhere
To somewhere,
Sojourning with strangers and ...
Dear Nepa,
I write this under lantern light,
Not because I have twenty-twenty sight,
Nor that I like to strain my eyes,
But because as always
You are exerting ...