writing spirit

just like other skills writing is susceptible of decline when you are forced to stop. one of our war's effects imposed on blogsphere 

beside the skill another thing that it hurts is spirit of writing which is of greater importance to me

still not up and about...

the little big me or the big little me

how large are you as a being?

what's your capacity?

how much can your inside, say your heart, brain, soul, whatever you say, take in?

me?

well,

they say, our inside is infinite; I think so, sometimes.

-when things get lost on my eyes.

others say, it is finite;  ironically, I see it too, sometimes.

-when the beauty of a flower drips down my eyes.

how about you? 

have you ever found anything that can fill your heart or satisfy your ambitions? even a wish?

have you ever felt the beauty of a tiny flower expanding your capacity while gazing at it?

if you've had none, try to have both. it is worth your time and effort.