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.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
writing..
That is what they called it. Writing. To them writing is not easy. Why the difficulties? I myself don't understand it. Writing is such an easy activity. Just let go anything from inside. That inside could be the heart, the brain, the thoughts, and whatever that makes writing possible. What about feeling in writing? Yes. Feeling. My feeling. I don't know whether I have it or I don't have it. Just throw myself out and what I write and splash is mine. Mine? I could write anything. Anything from point A to Z. But I have to stop when I feel I have written enough. Kepada Allah saya menyerah. Allah Yang Maha Berkuasa lagi Menguasai Segala-GalaNYA, Allahuakbar.
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