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, August 31, 2016
past can be an haunted place...
The present seems to be a dragging place. The past seems to be a world where I can fly. But the past can also be a place where anything can be haunted. Then what is your choice? Living in the present, the gauge is the sensitive heart. The heart could easily pricked. A word can be the beginning of a world war. But the past has taught everyone a lesson. Word could be nothing or something. I am hurt. Why? The words are just build from creativity, neither from the past nor the present. But it has been taken seriously and out of context by those living the present. Could that be a sign the one who has been hurting me would feel the truth of what the past is like? Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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