گفتم به باد می​دهدم باده نام و ننگ

گفتا قبول کن سخن و هر چه باد باد

تا به حال اینگونه عریان، تباهی و زشتی نیمه‌ی پنهانم را نشنیده بودم. نیاز به هیچ متافوری نبود. لحظه‌ی اوج و درخششِ زبان بود که انتقال می‌داد آنچه باید را لخت و عور.

هستی یک نقطه بیش نیست: ایمان!

I got a 1$ scratch lottery ticket for Christmas and I have won 1$ on it. Funny thing is that I don't even feel like cashing the prize. No tendency whatsoever, no desire...

There is a difference between "Who cares?" and "It doesn't matter!". The latter is more suited - for life and death.

Also there is a difference between having no expectation and not projecting. The former contradicts itself.

Hello Fellow Stranded Partner,

Rest assured: We'll be damned till the gates of heaven.

Cheers,

K1

Let me see how I can put this: Low on gumption, lost, tired, stranded, without purpose, shrunk...

Never turn your back on the darkness within and without; always face the ugliness. Believe me, you'll cherish the moment you decided to stand your ground.

در این اندک درنگ، ثانیه‌های سکوت، پیکره‌ی زندگی را انگاره می‌کنی. طرحی پدیدار می‌شود. پس موج می‌شویدش باید-انه.

Thoughts, symbols, icons and etc make sense in their own rights. Though, I cannot connect the dots yet. It's humbling to the utmost.

For very short bursts of time, a rush of awareness fills the void. Flashes of insight are glimmers of hope as you see into the future and there is light ahead.