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.
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
Too many steps away..
All tends to lose its strength in connection with what I am concerned with. One by one, don't feel the waved of energy that used to have it blown into my face. I am just an ordinary person with no personal grudge on anything, anybody, not even the trees and the mountains. And the jungles that tend to make the world beautiful seems to be hanging in the sky...a view that makes me breathing fresh air. I am alive.
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