like a Mirror of suffering

This grief is beyond me

Like a thing I don't know where to put.

I don't know where to go, where to stay, where to sit.

don't know how to talk, how to deal, how to cry, how to stop, how to leave.

وای آتنا یه دشت پر از گل آفتابگردون دیدم کاش میتونستم همشو برات بیارم

When Kafka said “It is often better to be silent than to talk to the wrong listener.”