Pale Horse

Mothers, a product of god's majestic architecture.

They were designed in such a way that no matter

how much we despise their doings deemed wrong by ourself,
how much anger they've put us through,
how much confusion their choices cause,
how our little errors can make them lose their head,
and how many sleepless nights we give each other after squabbling

We still end up having the same blood no thicker nor thinner than before, loving the person contributing half of the gene who gave us life and hands for me typing and eyes for you seeing this. A perfect design.

"Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together."



Frankly, i don't believe in god.