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.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
wait for no one, write to nobody...
Then everything is being considered done. No regrets, no looking back. Just being oneself and keep all the hours to myself. Buy for no one, sell to nobody. It just move, without asking and without ordering. And so what has been written. When it is gone, it is gone. When it is very much in need, just ask, buy, and go. Is that what I am? Wait for no one. Write to nobody. It comes and it goes, as free as the water flows and as free as the wind blows. Allahuakbar.
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