Sometimes, the silence without reasons haunt and prick more than it needs to.
Belief is important, when life talks to demoralize…
and then again, I wonder, wonder what’s in a form; form thoughts into words, words don’t have norms. norms are but standards, standards I have to raise; raise the level I can write, write for me, not praise. praise is but inspiration, inspiration to much more; more is less, that I know, know that I … Read more
often I wonder, with this skeptical heart, I pray for this life, night and day; on the edge of the sword, without the slightest control of how the journey will unwind. I wish I could be bold; but even on that ninth cloud, a fear always shrouds: what if I fall down in a heap? … Read more