Wounded heart.

Man is born with an element of a wounded heart that grows with the growth of a normal individual life. And in one way or the other, we exhibit the spirit of sadness, but we slide like it’s nothing. Which escalate over time with a very long attachment to personal life if we don’t let it go. Pick up your muse like I just did, play to melody, and excavate every pain and hatred. Like our father’s father did after winning a battle at the war front. Pick up your pen and write a sweet story, pick up your instrument and play to happiness. Life doesn’t end at once, play oh brother, FIGHT your STRINGS.

Tobiloba Fasalejo