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, December 28, 2011
I am still the man I was...
Still the man I was. Love being alone and watching TV all by myself. Friends? Friends come and friends go. That feel of loving someone? I am still the man I was. And tonight or rather at 1.30 in the morning I am about to retire to my bedroom when the thoughts of being the man I was creates this piece of writing. Allah is Great.
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