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, April 1, 2016
per self...
Self is a self of many things. As self travels in life, it can become strong, it can become weak. What sets in commonly uninvited. Self could also find itself in a not compromising position and situation relating oneself to just nonsense. Instead of becoming a self of per self free and independent, it has become a follower of predestine sort where per self is commonly placed in a weak position amidst of nothing. And today is a day where I am in the rise again knowing myself as per self always strong moving towards a place called a true self. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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