Madness
Thus madness begins.
There was loneliness and then you were lost, and have never been found, you don’t want to be found.
Life is mirage; you go on and end up in an endless desert, where there is no going back and there is no going forth. We all are trapped in this mirage of life and will not find a way out unless we are awake, yet we can not wake up cause we do not know we are asleep.
What a nightmare.
My life has been a nightmare I can not wake up from . . .
پیام از علی
در دی ۱۰, ۱۳۸۴ ۸:۱۸ ق.ظ
وقتی که درد
سکوت رخوتم را می شکند
به خود می بالم
که هنوز مردی هست
– و –
دردی
لحظه های بودنم
توجیه بودنشان می خواهند
ومن زمزمه می کنم:
” تنها آن که درد دارد زنده است”*