"Every hour wounds. The last one kills."
I don't have to be Afghanistan to be hit by uncomparable turmoil.
And whenever I think 'I'll go back to my roots to 'water' myself'.
The water will turn muddy and smoulder my feet.
It's bad enough walking through land minds, but with eternally wet mud all over my feet?
OK, 2 minutes of self-pitying is over, life goes on~~