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, May 13, 2013
seemingly natural..
Seemingly natural. Seemingly unnoticed. But it does. That is the ingredient that has carried me this far. It is a world of many and varied blend. It is a blend of the old , the young, and the modern. There is always the old in the young. There is always the young in the old. There is always the manual in the digital. The speed can be as fast as the lightning. It can be as slow as the eye can follow. But both seem to be a passer by. But watch out for sounds that seem to be happy in the irregularities. Abnormalities in the normalcies of events. What a wonderful world. The color of the rainbow. So pretty in the sky. Allahuakbar.
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