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.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
perfection in the opposites...
Of situations and events, of me and others, the opposites can determine the truth in someone and in something. Looking back at what has happened, can it be controlled? Just write my way through, of days and nights, has it been revealing in what I have done as opposed to what I don't. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.