یادمه قبلا ذوق بیشتری برای توضیح دادن و به اشتراک گذاشتن دانش اندکم داشتم.
چند وقته مثل قبل نیستم. خیلی هم نیستم.
مدتیه که یارای تحمل خودم رو هم ندارم.
دنیا بیرحمه. روزگار بیرحمتر.
چند وقته مثل قبل نیستم. خیلی هم نیستم.
مدتیه که یارای تحمل خودم رو هم ندارم.
دنیا بیرحمه. روزگار بیرحمتر.
Forwarded from The Feelings
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Feels like #Heaven 🍃
The Feelings
The Living Sleep – We Were Infinite
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a jungle when the clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what I write, I barely feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh ***, I really miss
the rain
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a jungle when the clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what I write, I barely feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh ***, I really miss
the rain
The Feelings
The Living Sleep – We Were Infinite
هندزفری رو بذارید.
صدا رو تا ته بلند کنید.
چشمارو ببندید.
گوش بدید.
صدا رو تا ته بلند کنید.
چشمارو ببندید.
گوش بدید.
fill the world with pieces of light
spread tiny stars against the darkness
make the night sky beautiful
and gift a little peace to the world.
spread tiny stars against the darkness
make the night sky beautiful
and gift a little peace to the world.
a sudden chaos of sorrow
murmuration in the half-light
as starlings interrupt sky
only they are caught
in my ribcage with
nowhere to fly.
murmuration in the half-light
as starlings interrupt sky
only they are caught
in my ribcage with
nowhere to fly.
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Alan Watts - Falling In Love
Cutrains are Always Drawn
Kai Engel
When I pray
I smell mother on my words
And I weep
Her voice lives in the spaces
Between the words I utter
The resonance
Sometimes, l
I am afraid to speak
In fear of what will wake.
I smell mother on my words
And I weep
Her voice lives in the spaces
Between the words I utter
The resonance
Sometimes, l
I am afraid to speak
In fear of what will wake.