Please give me the sun or the cloud but not both

The air is saturated with so much: soo good, soo bad
All that is strong, all that is fragile
Ever got caught between ecstatic joy and a distant sense of grief?
Caught between hope and despair and you’re not sure which will win the day?
Will faith stick out of the sand ?

A friend loved and cherished becomes distant and cruel
And in sequence other friendships become richer
So, it feels like wedding on a sick bed
Or cloud on a sunny day

Deep hungers roar, they had been there, I had ignored them and now they are demanding my attention like monsters seeking a kill
Gosh, why now? When the peace was almost perfect, when harmony had wrapped around my rhythm
I ask questions, I ask my sensible self, I ask God, I ask Google
These questions have carved around my mind, my emotions and everything else that is me that even when am not asking, they seek expression in my body language and the works of my hands
So I think it’s better to be blue or yellow but not both

When they happen at the same time, it feels like mockery, they bring about the potential of sorrow and joy without letting you really feel or live long enough in any
In my circles I have friends exchanging vows soon, can’t wait! and another has lost her dad and from this I know we have to accommodate both joys and blues even when they are parallel. We will grieve and bury,vows will be exchanged and we will slip into our dancing shoes,  make merry and be happy.

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