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.
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
the power that moves it...
The power behind that moves everything, everybody. And what kind of power do I have to see something and somebody moving? Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.