باز هم صداي دلمو گم كردم فكرام سرمو ميكنن زير آب تقصير هيچ كس هم نيست
you dont know if your brain lies to you or your friend lies to you you dont know if your mind is playing a game or you exist within the game you dont know what hurts you and what cheers you is this hallucination imagination perception or it is solid dense reality
I will keep on writing stinky poems in all languages I barely know and read them to you with my thick accent until the day you find between the lines somewhere on my phone, in my notebook what I really meant.
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?
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
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 …
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??
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 …
The opposite of sensitive is not tough though the opposite of sensitive is numb.
people won't believe you and me my love people only believe those who have traveled to the Moon twice pretentious compliments, purposed respects. people don't even mind us my love they won't even take time to understand. they are in fast underground trains pretending not seeing each other. people are busy figuring out themselves staring …