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.
Monday, June 12, 2017
I saw things that I have not seen before. Being touched by an unseen hands that put all that I am unhappy about back to a good unpolluted feeling. Seemingly it has never happen. For a while I am just not the person I used to be. Has it all been naturally set for a small test? Allahuakbar.