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.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
lighter...
The thought strikes and it seems to relinquish the old and the odd cruel thought of measurable and being measured. It shakes a load off and thus the heavier odd thought has become a lighter and even once more. No more heavier and measurable things to carry. No more a measurable burden of norms and values of the pasts. Events has just become a flicker of the eye and it is not a part of the past but part of the lighter thought of certainty of what is going to come and become. It is me, just me. So be it. Ya Allah berilah hamba Mu ini keampunan. Allahuakbar.
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