And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Companionship

We (humans) are constantly looking for a companion, someone to share a moment/ a day/ a life with. This urge is so powerful that we -as logical human beings- fake ourselves to believe. We believe in a moment and think what if it’s true? What if this is what I've been looking for all my life?
I really don't think people are assholes by nature, I think it's the desire to belong to someone and have someone belong to them (for an hour/a day...) , that gives them courage to lie . For some the desire turns into affection and maybe love. For others ...
After all what do we have in this chaotic world but wanting to belong to someone/somewhere/something?

It's all a game, ALL of it, a game with random players and random cards and random rules. Sometimes you forget it's a game and think it's real but it doesn't last for long...

All in all they're just more bricks in the wall...

Think about what happens in the aftermath of a failed relationship or a missed opportunity. We may grieve, but also sometimes we obsessively construct a future fantasy based on what should have happened if things had gone right; if only some vital detail didn't change things how it did. We inhabit that imagined future and interact with our counterpart ghost, making plans and times and places accordingly. We might use this process as a shield and a warning. Or it sabotages, taking on a life of its own as a mental blueprint, directing the actual present and perceptions of new companions.

Love is all a matter of timing, its no good meeting the right person too soo or too late...

-From 2046

I guess you are kind of curious as to who I am, but I am one of those who do not have a regular name. My name depends on you. Just call me whatever is in your mind.
If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer.
That is my name.
Perhaps it was raining very hard.
That is my name.
Or somebody wanted you to do something. You did it. Then they told you what you did was wrong--"Sorry for the mistake,"--and you had to do something else.
That is my name.
Perhaps it was a game that you played when you were a child or something that came idly into your mind when you were old and sitting in a chair near the window.
That is my name.
Or you walked someplace. There were flowers all around.

That is my name.
Perhaps you stared into a river. There was somebody near you who loved you. They were about to touch you. You could feel this before it happened. Then it happened.
That is my name.
Or you heard someone calling from a great distance. Their voice was almost an echo.
That is my name.
Perhaps you were lying in bed, almost ready to go to sleep and you laughed at something, a joke unto yourself, a good way to end the day.
That is my name.
Or you were eating something good and for a second forgot what you were eating, but still went on, knowing it was good.
That is my name.
Perhaps it was around midnight and the fire tolled like a bell inside the stove.
That is my name.
Or you felt bad when she said that thing to you. She could have told it to someone else: Somebody who was more familiar with her problems.
That is my name.
Perhaps the trout swam in the pool but the river was only eight inches wide and the moon shone on ideath and the watermelon fields glowed out of proportion, dark and the moon seemed to
rise from every plant.
That is my name.

-From "In Watermelon Sugar by Richard Brautigan"

The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start
The tragedy starts from the very first spark
Losing your mind for the sake of your heart
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start

1st Farvardin,1386

And yet another year...

Life carries on and on and on and on...

From TrainSpotting:

"At one time, you've got it, and then you lose it, and it's gone forever"

"This was to be my final hit. But let's be clear about this: there's final hits and final hits... What kind was this to be? ...Some final hits are actually terminal one way or another, while others are merely transit points as you travel from station to station on the junky journey through junky life..."

Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do
Old girl you're through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue.

Sit there and count the raindrops
Falling on you
It's time you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue

Black

and Blue

And who knows which is which and who is who

Love is real,
Real is love
Love is feeling,
Feeling love
Love is wanting
To be loved

Love is touch,
Touch is love
Love is reaching,
Reaching love
Love is asking
To be loved.

Love is you
You and me
Love is knowing
We can be

Love is free,
Free is love
Love is living,
Living love
Love is needing
To be loved

Why do all good things come to an end???

...

می توان با زيرکی تحقير کرد

هر معمای شگفتی را

می توان تنها به حل جدولی پرداخت

می توان تنها به کشف پاسخی بيهوده دل خوش ساخت

پاسخی بيهوده آری پنج يا شش حرف

می توان چون صفر در تفريق و جمع و ضرب

حاصلی پيوسته يکسان داشت

می توان چون آب در گودال خود خشکيد

می توان زيبايی يک لحظه را با شرم

مثل يک عکس سياه مضحک فوری

در ته صندوق مخفی کرد

می توان در قاب خالی مانده ی يک روز

نقش يک محکوم يا مصلوب يا مغلوب را آويخت

می توان با صورتک ها رخنه ی ديوار را پوشاند

می توان با نقش های پوچتر آميخت

می توان همچون عروسک های کوکی بود

با دو چشم شيشه ای دنيای خود را ديد

می توان در جعبه ی ماهوت

با تنی انباشته از کاه

سال ها در لابلای تور و پولک خفت

میتوان با هر فشار هرزه ی دستی

بی سبب فرياد کرد و گفت

آه من بسيار خوشبختم

We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.
-Goethe

If I could be an object, I would be a broken vase...

Ice-age heat wave, can't complain.
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
I move on to another day,
to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop.
You don't know where and you don't know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day.
Work a little harder, work another way.

I know that starting over is not what life's about.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.

Love is reckless; not reason

-Rumi

Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love give love give love?
Give love give love give love give love give love give love?
Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance

This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under Pressure
Under Pressure
Pressure

And in my dreams I've kissed your lips, a thousand times...

I'm in a New York state of mind...

Tita could not go to sleep that night, she could not find words for what she was feeling. How unfortunate that black holes in space had not been discovered , for then she might have understood the black hole in the center of her chest , infinite coldness flowing through it...

-From "Like water for chocolate"

When there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire...

You know how when you obsess with a song , you just hit replay and listen to it over and over again until that song is the only thing in your head?I wish you could do that with some days, like yesterday. Just hit replay over and over again.

The days get shorter and the nights get cold.

I like the autumn but this place is getting old.

Time is contagious

everybody's getting old

Is this it?

Park that car

Drop that phone

Sleep on the floor

Dream about me

Assumption is the mother of all fuck-ups.

Blue light falls upon your perfect skin
Falls and you draw back again
Falls and this is how I fell

And I cannot forget
And I cannot forget

There's not a lot to say about the days you hurt me
The days you ma(de) me cry out loud
There's not a lot to say about the days you pass(ed) me by
Until I sa(id) goodbye

It's the way you love(d) me
It's the way you love(d) me
Just the way you love(d)

Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon

-Woody Allen

If the doors of perception were cleansed , all things would appear infinite.

The moon looked something like this tonight, it was beautiful.

The only thing I have in common with Iran right now is this moon only with an 11:30 hour difference.?!

I walked across an empty land,
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand.
I felt the earth beneath my feet,
Sat by the river and it made me complete.
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.

I came across a fallen tree,
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.

This could be the end of everything.
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know,
Somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know.

Life is a state of mind.

- From "Being There"

Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine

I'd rather dance with you than talk with you

every day there's a girl in the mirror
asking me
what are you doing here
finding my previous motives
growing increasingly unclear

I travelled far and I burned all the bridges
I belived as sooned as I hit land
all the other
options held before me
wither in the light of my plan

there's only one thing on my mind
searching boxes underneath the counter
on a chance that on a tape I'd find

a song for
someone who needs somewhere
to long for

homesick
cause I no longer know
where home is

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh

uuuuuuuuuuuaaaaau

uuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

ahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

(lyrics from the great gig in the sky)

آخر به چه گويم هست از خود خبرم چون نيست

وز بهر چه گويم نيست با وي نظرم چون هست

Where do I begin to tell a story of how great a love can be,
the sweet love story that is older than the sea, the simple truth

about the love she brings to me? Where do I start? With her first

hello she gave a meaning to this empty world of mine. There'd

never be another love, another time. She came into my life and

made the living fine.she fills my heart,she fills my heart with very

special things,with angel songs, with wild imaginings.She fills my soul

with so much love that anywhere I go I'm never lonely. With her along

who could be lonely? I reach for her hand, it's always there. How

long does it last? Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
I have no answers now but this much I can say: I know I'll need her

till the stars all burn away and she'll be there

I read a post by Anousheh Ansari - the first female space tourist who happens to be Iranian! a couple days ago and it really made me think, How much am I willing to pay for my dream??? A months salary? A years salary ? My life??
My real problem is I don't have that big of a dream, I've officially reached an existential crisis.

As I was staring into our backyard this morning , I realized although life is shit it's the little things in life that matter ; like the drops of water on the tip of the grass or the tiny little flowers that randomly grow without you ever planting them...
I need to reach an inner peace...

20/20 vision

There's millions and millions of people around the world, and you can't stop thinking about one. Life is strange isn't it...
Yesterday I had eye surgery, I can see 20/20 now, but am I seeing what I want to see???

You win a while, and then it’s done –
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it’s real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Diamonds and Rust

You haven't seen elephants, kings or Peru!
I'm happy to say I had better to do
What about China? Have you seen the Great Wall?
All walls are great, if the roof doesn't fall!

And the man you will marry?
The home you will share?
To be honest, I really don't care...

You've never been to Niagara Falls?
I have seen water, its water, that's all...
The Eiffel Tower, the Empire State?
My pulse was as high on my very first date!
Your grandson's hand as he plays with your hair?
To be honest, I really don't care...

i'm a fountain of blood
in the shape of a girl
you're the bird on the brim
hypnotized by the whirl
drink me—make me feel real
wet your beak in the stream
the game we're playing is life
love's a two way dream
leave me now—return tonight
tide will show you the way
if you forget my name
you will go astray
like a killer whale trapped in a bay
i'm a path of cinders
burning under your feet
you're the one who walks me
i'm your one way street
i'm a whisper in water
a secret for you to hear
you're the one who grows distant
when I beckon you near
i'm a tree that grows hearts
one for each that you take
you're the intruders hand
i'm the branch that you break
leave me now — return tonight
tide will show you the way
if you forget my name
you will go astray
like a killer whale trapped in a bay

I had a dream about you last night...
We were kissing...
Then this morning on my way to work:

Your softly spoken words
Release my whole desire
Undenied
Totally
And so bare is my heart, I can't hide
And so where does my heart, belong
Beneath your tender touch
My senses can't divide
Ohh so strong
My desire
For so bare is my heart, I can't hide
And so where does my heart, belong
Now that I've found you
And seen behind those eyes
How can I
Carry on
For so bare is my heart, I can't hide
And so where does my heart, belong
BelongBelongBelong

Everyone's a building burning
with no one to put the fire out.
Standing at the window looking out,
waiting for time to burn us down

But maybe I'm crazy
Maybe you're crazy
Maybe we're crazy
Probably
wooohooo

Dressed up like a car crash
The wheels are turning but you’re upside down
Is that what it is?