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.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
It has become another world, another planet. The inhabitants are those with eyes of an eagle and energy of a lion. Always positioning themselves in order to kill or else being killed. No more goodness around the neighborhood. But some still fighting for the good world. Is it achievable? Allahuakbar.