'A Part of Me'

There are so many things that I was/would not able to restrain in my life. And then also there have many things that I couldn't build. Piles up; starting from breathing, walking, throwing rubbish, to sleeping, waking up, and everything. 

But I've been holding a thread so tight. A thread which is burning interminably while I getting pull it out and move forward pace by pace as delightful as I got a savor which is not less than the Vipassana pleasure.

Childhood dream? In such era of destruction, I was also in the same circumstance as you had been. The boring and moaning classrooms would pour those kinds of stuff into your head; the bad or misconstruing dreams which were not able to roll as still rusty so.

Leave it!

That's another case which's nothing grand in the reality of life and if about the taste of 'Lokoutara' (the way to escape from worldly desires and attachments: in Buddhism) that could get farther. I'm not supposed to bring you that distance. I do have violent evenings which were ugly in resemble way of tears amid the secret wings.

And also I have rules those I broke through humorously and assuredly myself. Have in Myaynigone, have in Bahan-Hamitic, have in Kamayut, Kyauktada, Botahtaung, and Mingalar Taung Nyunt.

The last remaining part with faintly owned braveness, it's okay! Excepting from killing an owned blood, it's okay whether to sit astride on the trishaw or carry cannabis (not include other dopes). But, apart from those, let me keep carry the precepts of Journalism.

#KLT