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, October 21, 2015
Say nothing, hear nothing, write nothing...
Don't really know what I am saying. But I know what I am writing about? What about what you are thinking about? Are you thinking about yourself or about others? Don't really know what. I am just the role of somebody I don't not know whom. But the 'whom' seems to be a very happy person. Why? I am playing roles of dead person who wants so much to be alive. And the opportunities are in me. Don't really feel I am for that actions and decisions. But I did. And I am back to what I was before. I am just playing roles of others. Am I? Wallahualam. Hanya Allah yang Maha Mengetahui. Allahuakbar.
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