My hair got frizzy upon crossing the road while heading my way to the market place. The warm wind blows in all exposed skin of my body, as if teasing me. I just want to experience the feeling under the storm where golden-like peppermint made of sand, dance with the air with the tune of music and harmony that we dont understand. It comes in all direction, no signal, no count. Its like conflicts in all forms from the beginning of time that unite in one certain space. Conflicts arise from ourselves, society, politics, religions and philosophy. Each single entity has its own denomination, raging their own cries to be noticed, gain power and be a ruler. And perhaps, we dont want to be stranded in one place because of this sandstorm. We should continue our plans and goals no matter what. Because the time wasted is also a life wasted, while waiting for the storm to subside. See! Finally we got home and cooked a delicious dish. If we did not go to the market and waited the sandstorm to stop, we will sleep with empty stomach. Lol
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 19:57:16 +0000
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