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, April 28, 2016
Hamdan, or could it be some other body in the body? What about the mind,
the thinking, and the decisions. The flow seems dragging at first but
it seems inclusive and some of it could be seen as exclusive.