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, December 24, 2014
don't really know how that happen...
Can I call it fate? Yes but not ill-fated. Despite how it is being perceived in the beginning, I still feel it still is. It seems I still can't go over it. But what is great is that I feel great. Because I am not hurting anybody. I am just what I am. I am brought to this to be what I am. Despite being alive, I am very much in a different world. And they don't know that. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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