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, May 27, 2014
being helped to the skin?
What I wrote yesterday did comes alive in real forms and shapes. Not so much of negatives and positives, but I am seeing myself through and leads me to defining the real me in me. Just don't believe it, all seems to be neatly written before it actually happens. Am I made to feel and see through time? Also through me and touches the heart of others despite putting a mental and physical blockade? It has been the way it was and has been the way it is. Would I see more? Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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