The urge to write is there..I just don't seem to have organized thoughts or emotions. I've let them out to play; you know how that feels? when you let your thoughts and emotions play as children in parks? well, even freer than that. they get to go anywhere they like. No red lines; none, whatsoever. Think all they like, love all they can...FREE. When they come back, I know more about them. I manage them and will fit them where they belong and can function.
Currently, they are out playing. Instead, my heart is filled with poetry. filled.
Daro divar e in sineh hami darrad ze anboohi
ke andar dar nemigonjad, pas az divaar miaayad...
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