recalling my days at University of Wisconsin-Whitewater USA 1980-1983 |
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, January 21, 2015
tossed between dimensions..
A world and life of many and varied dimensions. Feel like being tossed up between dimension to another dimension. Just don't believe that some existences do exist. And being there is just like a dream. Is that what my life is all about? Anger that last only a few minutes. And anticipation that seems so real but it is not. Allah is Great. A world where vacuums tumbles over each other and I am caught in the middle. Allahuakbar.
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