I look at myself in the mirror some grey hair then i see my own eyes shining like they have been scared of something and they are not anymore.
these days are not really my earth days I want to spend them somewhere on the moon saturn or maybe venus if not just sitting in this cafe corner hiding from people out there.
why would I need a psychologist when I can have a magician
I used to write in a language which only people could understand. they scared me... eversince I write and I always erase
یک چیز شبیه موجی پریشان درون من است که من را هل می دهد می کشاند به هر جایی که آن جا نیستم که من را همين طور بی تاب می خواهد با پریشانی ام انگار آرام تر می شود چیزی از جنس آب نه آب روان که بهانه ای برای قرارت باشد موج کوبنده …
"Know who you are" they say. and I dont know who I am probably I never knew. I search for me like a man in hunger searching for food. or he cant find it, or he cant swollow it and when he finds, he remains a hungry man. trying to find myself, the …
Oh people How could you be all so sane all walk in a line everyday Wake up the same way Use words the right way How could you say things so right so clean Like it is the same theatre scene? How do you folks walk so straight So tidy in one direction Every single …
I feel love for a man who has a heart of mountains, and his stones smell of another planet.
Today i am gonna write So many lines All hidden in my chest Becasue they cant be spoken Or at least i know no one who hears them Lines which can only be written in letters
Most of the time Hundreds of birds inside my chest Want to sing For more than 30 years I am prisoning them. holding them tight Drown in my fear.