Wrong and Right?

I love the lyrics, and the piano!

1 + 1 = 1 + 1

Here we are,
Just going through the motions one more time,
You looked in my eyes but you don't see me,
Here I am, feeling like a stranger in your arms,
I touch you, I hold you, but lately I don't know you...
Something is wrong but we go on from day-to-day,
And we just pretend it all away,
We act like nothing's changed,
But in our hearts we know it's not the same...

Cause we're not makin love anymore,
Baby we're not makin love like before,
We may hold each other tight,
Say that everything's all right,
But we're not makin love...

Remember when you couldn't wait to run into my arms,
When the love inside my heart was all you needed,
Remember when you made me wish the night would never end,
The fire, the thunder, we lived to love each other,
If ever two hearts were one, then it was yours and mine,
But that was another place in time,
Now all we have to show,
Are memories of a dream we used to know...

Cause we're not makin love anymore,
Baby we're not makin love like before,
We may hold each other tight,
Say that everything's all right,
But we're not makin love...

When did we lose our way, we had it all,
Don't know how it all just slipped away,
But oh, can we get it back again,
Is it too late, can we try,
Just one time, cause darling...

Cause we're not makin love anymore,
Baby we're not makin love like before,
We may hold each other tight,
Say that everything's all right,
But we're not makin love...

Nostalgia!

The days where I used to feel sharp... the days where I had the most inner excitement about learning that is possibly imaginable!
The days where I would skip my classes to study what I want to study! Self-motivation, and pure love for learning, and for playing... playing the games of brain, challenging the ordinary, proving to be extraordinary...

Alas, those days are gone with the wind, the wind that was blowing on the same day I entered a new type of classroom, where everything was given, and...

And now... oh how I miss those days, how I regret missing out on learning, all this time, six years! Six years have gone by, and I was always content! I was successful, but never challenged what was given... motivation is somehow gone with the wind, and now that I feel it coming from around the corner, will I ever be able to fully become what I was once trying to become? To learn, and love to learn? ...

Oh and one last question: Could you ever lose your mental abilities? My answer: It may well be possible... if you don't want to be exciting anymore, why should your brain care?

Now, Come on! Who are you fooling?! You've slided down the warm rabbit hole, where comfortable rules define ordinary days and nights...

A transient lightness, and yet, more melancholy...

Do you even remember, when we were so happy, when we were so alive? Singing out loud the joyous songs through the open moon-roof, and yes, the breeze caressing us ever so softly ... We got excited with the sight of the slightest beauty, and yes, that was exactly when we actually noticed the details: nature's surprises, and the subtleties of our world. Did you record those moments forever in your heart, just like I did? Do you pay attention to details? I mean, there are details that make things what they are!

A postcard from a friend shares something very personal about his/her character! A postcard should not be ignored, it should be opened, and read out loud... its being should be celebrated! Its message should be proclaimed to emphasize its existence. Simply looking at the postcard from a distance rids the postcard of its own being! You merely look at it, from a distance, and don't you see that you are suffocating it? The details! It's all about the details!

And by the way, I am not holding a magnifying class! I'm just constantly trying my best to celebrate life, celebrate everything that is worth celebration... trying so hard to avoid dailiness... or so I think...

چهارشنبه سوری

دلم برای چهارشنبه سوری بد جوری تنگ شده... برای رنگ آتش... بوی چوب سوخته... اون بوی همیشه آشنا و دلنشین
بوی درخت های تازه جوونه زده
دلم برای رمز و رازهای آتش تنگ شده
که تو سرمای زمستون دستتو بگیری بالاش و گرمت کنه
گاهی هم یه حس ناگهانی بهت می گه که نکنه زیادی بهش نزدیک شدی
ولی رمز و رازها و گرمای لطیف آتش عمراٌ تورو پس بزنه
پاش بیفته می خوای تا فردا صبح هم که شده همون جا وایستی
و وای می ایستی
این قدر تا آخر سر یکی اعتراضش بلند شه که بابا! بسه دیگه! پاشو بریم به کار و زندگیمون برسیم

بوی عید....

بوی عیدی
بوی توپ
بوی کاغذ رنگی
بوی تند ماهی دودی وسط سفره نو
بوی یاس جانماز ترمه مادربزرگ
با اینا زمستون و سر می کنم
با اینا خستگیمو سر می کنم

23!

feels weird, 22 feels like a much better number! دو تا دو!
23 has a lot of weight, it shatters the harmony! Am I entering a new part of my life? I mean, what was wrong with 22? Well... maybe it's time to try something new, this time without the repetition!