It is not about ‘Germans’
It is about how we all are in Germany.
about us being here.
It is not about ‘Germans’
It is about how we all are in Germany.
about us being here.
I want to say fuck it
and fly away
and then keep doing this every day
It is always
about the story
not what happened
but how did it happen
I only count on me
since I remember, I have mainly only counted on me.
It is about your life story, you know!
I have barely felt like a kid.
I left the motherland
because home made me feel prisoned.
I needed freedom
but above and beyond that
I left because I wanted to expand
I wanted my eyes to see wider than a little spot
I wanted to see if I can still feel words, if I speak another language
I did not come all this way to be a representative,
neither I aspire to make people have a beautiful image of Iran.
I am here because I want to be much bigger than that.
to be over that.
درد زنانگي
از مركزم پخش مي شود
مي رسد به مغزم
به چشم هايم
و چيزهاي مهم برايم بي معني مي شود
مهربان نيستم
اما درد آدم ها را مي فهمم
راحتم
حتي از درد زنانگي هم شكايتي ندارم.
people get annoyed
by every random thing
but not the things
that are actually deeply annoying
Why do we always want to be
so proud of ourselves?
and in defense of everything related to us?
so much later than midnight
waking up of the weight and sweat of a messy dream
and then the brain drain…
there are times like this, later than midnights, when life sounds nothing but a short term to do list.
a broken one, the one in which you are just always behind yourself, and you have done it all grey and wrong.
the spiral to do list, giving the illusion of a path.
I hurt myself, without even bleeding
I hurt myself at the deepest places.
I asked him if he can taste the freedom now
he said he does, although he had other plans…
I said, but freedom tastes better than any plan, and brings the best plans.
-sorry I am way too poetic after midnights