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.
Friday, March 8, 2013
neither choked nor swallowed...
Neither shocked nor remembered. It is the latest bliss of my consciousness. Neither pain nor shocked of what happened. Just like being pricked by a needle. Painful? Just a tiny sense of blood. Neither happy nor anger. Neither regret nor sorry. A bliss? It still held on its own in one piece, intact and strong, piercing the wind in the morning. Allah is Great. Allahuakbar.
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