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.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
why..? What..?
Hate that word `why'. A question that calls for no answer. It is being laid out the way it is. All shall be leaving the scene when the time comes. Myself? No exception. And I have been pushed to a dimensional world of what happen has been the way long before I am born to this world. Thus it is not `why' instead it should be `what'. As is in death, everybody is going to face it. So `what' is in tomorrow and let `why' answers itself. The day and `what' could just be as sure and `mystified' as death. Allahuakbar.
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