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, October 15, 2013
when it is in flashes...
The shape, size, and spirit of sight seen, hear, seems fading and I am losing it to something that does not stand and stick. The `weight' is relative. No more the attached meanings that has been glued to me for so long. It is now in flash and flashes. Comes and goes. And the flashes speak the ingenuity of truth of something and somebody. Am I going to stick to that thought flow of ingenuity and interpretation? Mohon Taufik dan Hidayah dari Allah. Allahuakbar.
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