Conventional families are happy
on some occasions, bitter on others,
and uncommunicative
and strange elsewhere.
What more a middle-class mindset could do
when it doesn't know that to love is to
both seek and to be sought?
For me, family get togethers and conversations
are nothing but dialogues
composed of unhackable riddles
that I never cared to solve.
Nonetheless, I like to be around them
and experience assorted colors of sentiments
of unconditional love, jealousy,
volatile point of views,
and stupid but mandatory arguments
over trivial matters.
When I'm with people,
I feel like an idle pool beside a rumbling ocean.
I just observe the drama
and my inner response to it,
which often culminates to nothing
but futile self-talk.
I often probe these 'family things'
within the confines of my innate penchant
for paralysis by analysis.
Families are conspiracy theories.
May be all families are under experiment
in some lab.
We are poured in and out of beakers to disturb the spiritual progress.
Troubled relationships trouble more
when we are shaken in beakers and blazed on a burner.
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