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.
Friday, April 11, 2014
my feeling...
I don't like to talk about feeling. Why? Because feeling has no face and no image. It is just nothing. Just a feel. It can be of many feels depending on what situation one is in. But surely a feel varies with age. Young and old, the feels are somewhat different. A fear feel of an old man is very different with feel of days when I am still a young boy. But there are times a revisit of feels of different stages in life experiences occur. It can be so nostalgic that throws me back to younger days in so many many years. Allahuakbar.
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