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WHILE THE EARTH TURNS
Dec 2 2018
Why do you doubt and trust fully in some few seconds?
Refrain, look on the past trails, questions you know better than to have
them. The what if's are for the
curious ones, the insecure mind, I have the list. The storms, hurricane,
drought, still water is life and God creator of all is love.
What do you feel? What can you see? Close your eyes, lose
your doubts, forget the war, and embrace the sleep. There is a feeling to her
skin, there is this distinction I think. For how long can I stare at the screen
and not be bothered by my blindness? Maybe I do, maybe I don't, do you think I
should? I have felt this before; remember the darkness, the reason for my
phobia for water bodies.
What are you thinking, what is on your mind? I watched her get lost in the crowd,
but her essence was here. What are you thinking? What can't I say? I have no
idea, but what's on your mind?
DEC 3 2018
I can't let your beautiful face block my vision.
This is your fight, not mine. Your
father has tied you all to the index finger of a small boy, what would you do?
What can you do? I don't know, it
is your fight not mine, I cannot advice you. A Persian folklore talks about teaching a horse how to fly,
just to increase a life span, even just for a day, if not, that set date for
the guillotine would be the last the fellow sees the sun. If I advise you, I
would be setting in motion something your fathers would never forgive me
for. That is definitely not my
course, but I would watch you, because I am not prepared to jump off the fence.
Would you run Alice, or would you stay? Your story has its foot on a thousand
mountains, a million days and a thousand thoughts. I will stand by to watch you.
It’s not my fight, though we have a lot in common, our places on earth right
now are different, but I am here. 
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