Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Would they respond..?
Nobody does and nobody cares. They are just lost for words, actions and decisions. Nothing seems to please them except the dollars and the sense. All in the name of short-term good and bad. Disciplined of a destructive kind. They come for food. And if they do not get it, they will be leaving the place for good. Who are you? Well, I know who I am. But the problem is not who I am but rather who are you talking to? Enough of words being uttered to them. Have they be responsive? Mere physical presence, but lost in time ...
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