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, June 13, 2014
only the blood shows it...
My obsession of something is shown in my blood, not in the actions, and not in the decisions. As a matter of fact, decisions and actions come by itself. Only the flow of the blood is being felt. So when I love something it shows in my blood. Thinking, writing, ideas , and opinions, all have been written in blood. And blood spills. And when it spills on somebody's face, I have been labeled as temperamental, arrogant and heartless. Am I? Hanya Allah Yang Maha Mengetahui. Allahuakbar.
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