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.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
possibilities...
One billion and one possibilities. A razor blade away from being struck by lightning. Me and in human form. The probabilities strike again. All in its filled form. Can be an empty one. Made to see, think, and believe. Could be outright slash and burn. Could be the beauty and the beautiful. Could be humble and kind. Could be a subject and the king. Outright cruelties and outright gracious , kindness, and tenderness. And it can be anything. A billion of possibilities. In fact much much more than a mind can imagine. Allah is Great.
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