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.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
measuring..
I am about to measure life in its own unique form. Could I? It is not a matter of seeing, but a feel that can drastically place someone in the pace of living and behaving. Even a person very near to the center of power has no way in knowing where he is exactly in terms of past, today, and tomorrow. But when a feel is not a feel anymore then what actually it is? Then it can be an outright answer to a path of what is real and reality. Walahualam. Allahuakbar.
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