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.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
what should be written..
Knowing is just I don't know till something is written. Sensing the world in a very awkward point of view and that is what I am going to write on this morning. But what is the topic? Nothing just nothing. I am writing something, but it is just about nothing. What is going to happen when the world is just nothing? Everybody wants something. Do I get one? Don't really know. It has been just about nothing and something. Really? Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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