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.
Friday, October 16, 2015
the new script...
A man, despite the knowledge, still groping in the dark in certain areas of life dimensions. Can't be really be a person I need be. Seems a smile is not a real smile that comes from the heart. Just love to open a window and witnessing life has just begun promising nothing and we keep on hoping. Out there is all emptiness physically. Wonder, where life has been, despite news on humans fight humans. Outside is just an empty space. Despite that, the conflicts are continuing. Where has the empty space gone to? Nowhere. It has always been in you. And the 'you' is the script of your life. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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