My eyes wide open as if the eyeball itself came out of it’s Black sockets, dripping with tears that somewhat felt like tears of joy and bitter deep-rooted sadness at the field of vision lying before his weeping socketless eyes ‘The disturbed woman maniacally dancing in deep blue noise of waves’. The song by Deerhunter starts playing 🎶
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
Aziz’s life and his journey 