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, May 30, 2014
the passing of days...
The passings of days with the third eye, third leg, third arm, and the third mind that occurs in the dreams of the nights. It is all part of the days work with a difference. Only in dreams the work would be finished. Another day is a continuation of today's work. But a night's dream can be entirely on a different planet, so to speak. All seems strange and a shocker. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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