THE HAND THAT ROCKED OUR WORLDS! The smile when i first time cried and my mother laughed. How weak we were, our fragile hands, fragile hearts, weak sights, fairly opened eyes, the taste of her blood going through our veins. "No, don't eat it" she said, when i put something wrong in my mouth. "No, don't do this" she said, when i did something inappropriate. She make me learn how to walk and clapped on my first owned steps, she make me a well dignified member of the society, she is a women who makes my cradle rock until i was capable enough to walk through. Tribute to the uneducated women who taught their children with all the knowledge of the world. Yet! no love is possible or no love exist rather than the hands in which we cried for the first time, not only that day but each day when i woke up and hear her voice calling my name to help her make breakfast, and annoyingly disagree by the idea of directly leaving my bed and s
It would be to easy to say that i feel invisible. Instead i feel painfully visible and entirely ignored.
THINGS WE CAN'T SEE! Love a universal course of life, is invisible.Intelligence, something that makes the world conquer is invisible.Kindness a supreme quality is invisible. Hatred is invisible, Breath is invisible, oxygen the most important component to survive is invisible, soul is invisible. Honesty is invisible, cruelty is invisible. Invisible itself is invisible but still it's visible because we feel all these enormous, particular,beautiful feelings. Invisible is self instinct, invisible is faith, invisible is belief, invisible is self instinct, invisible is self respect,Shaitan is invisible. Now what the point is these all qualities, states, moods are invisible but what visible is our actions for what we do, what we behold, visible is everything that you feel you just need to feel. What makes me write this is we all homo speins(Human) are chasing the feelings, the colors, the components, those are invisibl