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, September 24, 2013
insulated and capsulated....
A kind of feel that insulates and capsulate me into a person where I have all the protection. Ever wonder of when it all starts? Do I need to know? Allahuakbar.
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