What do you do when history revisits

Conversation with a friend

History has a funny way of repeating itself, these words escaped my mouth in February.

Friend: History you say,

Me: Yeah history friend. You know that thing that happened in the past and you prayed to God that it should never happen again. Well history just love being present.

A Letter to you

Dear Blinded Eye

The Eye

The eye that refuses to see what is there. The eye that profoundly makes its own conclusion of what is there. To the eye that sees nothing but just blackness, to the eye that refuses to transmit messages back to the brain. To the eye that confuses the heart. To the eye that sees it’s own reality and forgets what was and what is. To the eye that refuses the reality presented to it. To the eye that don't see the signs of what is to be.