WE ARE ALL MAD PEOPLE 👽
It's a hot Thursday morning, decorated aggressively by a clear blue sky, it's emptiness is giving me some uncomfortable feeling that am finding too awkward to trust. The day is the 15th of February, the year 2024. As usual, alone in my room, am trying to sell my concentration and nerves to one of my favorite reads ' PERSONAL ', A Jack Reacher thriller series by Lee Child . Through my window, a teenage girl is dancing to her rhythmic infatuations holding some red roses. They are plastic! Don't get me wrong, I'm not a hater but I can tell from the stiffness of the petals despite her motion and the wind. What's so exciting about this day for someone to disturb my peace. Times are hard in the eastern countries and we are barely surviving between the dollar appreciation and our corrupt leaders. It's a Man-Eat society and brotherhood has become an old tale of the folks. Now that she has my attention, I can read her little mind. The red bunch is a ...