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.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
broad daylight and in broad terms..?
But not so to many. Most live and hide in secret camps and hideouts, so to speak. Thus they speak sluggishly on topics that are supposed to be very clear and heart felt. Day after day the same loaded remarks from mysterious being of a night kind has invaded the cleanest of a `whitewater' everywhere. And here they are, wild beings living in a wild thoughts that soon to explode and crushed the world apart.
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