Writing

The thesis writing begins! It will be a long road to finish up, but I am looking forward to finally being done with school after this year. This was written for my muse at an earlier:

The Artist She Is
Love paints the portrait of the perfect sunset,

But before she was done, the bristle frayed.

Now pain mutes the stroke of the tremulous brush.

Tears run the colors, but the picture hangs flush.

And this was written when I was in high school:

Color

I do not see in black and white,

For color does not blind my sight.

You and me, we're just the same,

So why're we separate in this game?

The very same way we walk to school,

Yet "Not Allowed" is your rule.

Does color really matter much?

Ain't I human, with a human touch?

Your sniffling nose when your sick,

Your beaming face in total bliss.

I cry, I whimper when I'm sad,

You do the same when feeling bad.

We all the same,you and me,

We're no different as you see.

I laugh, I love, I listen too,

I'm in this melting pot with you.

Finished Reading:
"Simulcron-3" by Daniel F. Galouye

"The Unacustmoned Earth" by Jhumpa Lahiri

"Gitanjali" by Rabindranath Tagore

Currently Reading:

"Tuesdays with Morrie" by Mitch Alborn
"The Line of Beauty" by Alan Hollinghurst