=( one world. one home.

why do we kill people, who kill people..to show people that killing people is wrong? *sigh*

=) - (=

Clumsy thumbs
Collect fragile flowers
Bitten down nails
Bite shallow grooves through countless stems
Hitting your head against a brick wall
Pushing the head through
It resurfaces the other side
Of its - green
Grave
Slip - gasping for air
Grasping for another flower.

He loves me - He loves me not.

Weaving tokens of affection
From the soil around us
You always
Make something of nothing.
Two best friends equally dirty and grass stained
Our friendship pushing up daisies
Dirt in my ears and mud in your eyes
As we - think back
Wish back
Reminisce - backwards
Grasping for a lost innocence.

But he loves her - He loves me not.

try not to weep. =p

Global warming and Somalia's poverty cannot beat this! =) hail mr.bboy alulod! LOL! Mean ra?

..just a thought before hitting the day..

Sometimes, on TV I see tunnels and bridges being inaugurated. Usually, a lot of celebrities and local politicians stand in a line, in the centre of which is the minister or local governor, Then a ribbon is cut, and when the people in charge of the project returns to their desks, they find lots of letters expressing recognition and admiration.

The people who sweated and worked on the project who wielded pickaxes and spades who labored all through the summer heat in order to finish the job are never seen; those who did not work by the sweat of their brow always seem to come off best.

I want to be someone capable of seeing the unseen faces, of seeing those who do not seek fame or glory, who silently fulfill the role life has given them.

I want to be able to do this because the most important things, those that shape our existence are precisely the one that never show their faces. =)