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.
Saturday, January 16, 2016
love and hate...
In dreams it is always a story of hatred. In dreams I am hearing a voice in crying tone. Wonder why it all should be in dreams? In reality life is full of love, expecting an anticipating. But life is somewhat cruel. Love is light. Hate is darkness. Wallahualam. Hanya Allah yang Maha Mengetahui. Allahuakbar.