In his name and for you
Sadness is an oppressed word. It cannot be expressed nor can it be interpreted in words. It swells, slides, breaks and disappears. It is silent and echoless, breaking the wall of sound and standing on the peak of non-existence in the veil of the gaze, and sorrow rages. It is pregnant with the deepest concepts of existence and barren in expression. The bearer of the water of vitality other than oneself and alien to the hidden. It blocks the breath and gives life to time. Amazing!! Here and now, one of the popular and common Business is the extremely dishonest job of selling hatred. Their lives are their prices; May they benefit more!
The fact that “you” are the price bearer of sorrows is enough.
And this story continues… stay with me.
Moment of 38
