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I don’t know if you want to believe that this is a true story or not, but I just feel the need to write this down before I forget it. Well, I am saying that I can forget it because bits and pieces of this memory feel like a dream rather than an actual event that took place, but I am sure, in my heart, that what I felt and experienced was true. I know it was true. I believed in what I saw. I believed in what I felt and experienced. I want it to be true because it confirms to me that I am not some madman or hallucinating. People say that I am hallucinating a lot for some reason. They called me mad. They called me names. Bad names. Words that hurt me deep in the heart like a stab that you cannot heal from. Why am I saying this? Because nobody remembers the incident except me, and I know this sounds cliché, but I can swear to you that this is not from a movie script or anything like that. I mean... As a writer and film director, that credibility seems to be in question all the time if I ke...

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Bossa nova in the background, playing softly but it was playing loudly earlier. I sat down here once again like I did last month and I am looking at the cup of coffee that is not mine. I don't care. I don't want a cup of coffee and I, in fact, skipped breakfast this morning just like yesterday because I am not hungry for some reason. I don't know why I come to this writing space that's provided by the library because I feel that I am not actually writing at all but rather just writing down on my blog because I am not in any mood to write to begin with. I just attended today to see how I can proceed with the facilitation of the event because I signed up to be part of this event. Well, that was last year but I will not be surprised that last year will be repeated again this year. I won't be surprised at all. I have a book with me and I am going to read it soon because I am very bored. I guess I am bored with this concept. I just agreed to help but maybe it can help ca...

Home of Art By M.A. Amru Here, often, A picturesque ancient, With rustic cuboids, Casting doubtful shadows, And a yellow adjacent, Wonders of youth, filled By an eternal will. There, I sit, Like a restful patient, I see the towers, not vacant, Where the concrete narrows, An opening for tomorrows, Wondering of our past, killed Brick by brick, sealed.

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