Dark Chocolate

There are times that life is bitter sweet just like a dark chocolate. On certain weekends, I was walking around the quiet beach, looking for the sea shells. I was strolling around the theme park, taking snap shots of the interesting scenes. I was standing on the sand carried away by the foamy waves slipping through my feet. I was looking all the way to the horizon, if I can see --- the land that I was born, the land that I had grown up, the land that is still suffering. I was sitting by a great mast ship, thinking about the thrill of the pirates. I was standing in line for a nice sourdough bread and a hot soup. I was thinking about the land that I love where people are paying about 70 cents for a bottle of left over boiled plain rice soup. I was meeting the friends unexpectedly and having conversations peacefully. I was walking leisurely and watching paintings, beading, photographs, and all different expressions of art. Without the freedom of expression, where would the art be lying? I wonder a lot lately. I question occasionally. I recollect my memories eventually. I was there, under the sky, the same sort of sky, but with plenty of fresh breeze and inner peace.

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