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.
Monday, August 24, 2015
being free...
How could I feel free if I still have that sense of being bothered. Wonder why that feel is still strong in me, whereas I am no part in the creation. Have I? Separation has to be done in order to lessen the feel of anger especially some thing of the past unintentionally being retrieved that spills my act of foolishness where it is not supposed to be. Am I? Wallahualam. Hanya kepada Allah dipohon keampunan. Allahuakbar.
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