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.
Monday, November 26, 2012
in the smallest of feel..
In the smallest of feel lies the secret to one's creation. I am for one is very much subjected to the feel. Feel good or feel bad? Just feel the non-feeling of writing and write. It is early morning but don't feel one. Moving towards something but don't feel where. The sounded of alarm breaks the stillness of the morning air, it brings out a nostalgic feel of her and the stupidity she displays. If I were to write, the whole page shall be filled with feels. Ya Allah, Kepada Mu saya mengucapkan kesyukuran di atas rezeki yang di anugerah. Allah is Great. Allahuakbar.
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