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.
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
When you can have everything? My past has never tried to create a path towards 2014. But as in everything and everybody, nobody owns anything what more trying to have everything. When a person died, what would be the counting like? There must be something that he or she fails to own. All in all we might be nostalgic at events in the past when it is so near yet so far. What can I say. Allahuakbar.