party

it is the pain within that brings you loneliness among even thousands of people even the dearest of people what throws you far from the crowd is the thickness of the lie it is the depth of what hurts what you can see but you don’t want to see what you know but you don’t …

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sick leave

I cant grow plants in a burnt heart at least till the time the ashes are still there not forgotten I need time I cant just wake up on any day and say like ok, today I smile. to be fairly real I need a bit of time to swallow things days with flue infection …

plastic wings?

how fascinating is to watch humans wearing wingsuits and literally let their weight is this really flying? or a massive free fall? are they really flying? or they are just falling down but slower, softer and more fearless?

kikisol

my job is to work with numbers my pain is that I have grown not to believe in numbers is n't this the biggest irony? making sense of digits justifying ilussions and therefor making a living

ماضی نقلی

من همه جا هر جا که بوده ام خسته شده ام اشک ریخته ام به ستوه آمده ام من هیچ جایی را بر نتابیده ام بی طاقت بوده‌ام و ته کشیده ام من پشت همهٔ این میز‌های مربع چوبی کم شده ام تحلیل رفته ام و کم کم فراری شده ام من همیشه فرار کرده …

nonesense tonight

you know when you feel like constantly floating because you can not believe in gravity but then the fear of reality hits you and you fall??

چهارشنبه سوري

آخرين چهارشنبه سال است و بايد از روي آتش پريد گرچه اينجا باران مي آيد و هر چيز آتشيني را قبل از اينكه خيز بگيري خاموش مي كند نه سرخي من ازاوست و نه زردي او از من من هم خسته ام و حوصله ي پريدن ندارم به جايش با تمام سكون از بچه هاي …

blame

you cant count people stories these days they would need a background a sense full ending a surprise, to make their hearts pound you have to keep their eyes wide open these days its a hassle to tell people tales. they come to you to leave and they expect a gentle welcome a respectful farewell. …

Saturday nights are overrated. I have written no message, seen no friend all weekend and isolated in my nest behind the trees. because I have been too kind for too long. Saturday nights are overrated to those who can hear their own echo. to those who reflect life twenty four seven. or those who have …