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, June 17, 2014
what puzzles...
Either near or far, neither here, now, or much much later into old ages, can be him or her from nowhere, at a point in time it meets for reason and reasons. Is that not puzzling? Allahuakbar.
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