Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Most precious lines often lie in the miniature words written along the edges and corners of my page… Just as the reasoning of life… lying around everywhere… ; I cannot obliterate any part of it, until I have structured it into a meaningful imprint in my brain. Such is the complexity of mind. My relationship with peace has its own desire for reasoning.

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