Do not think about burning the blood of someone who intentionally ignores you, for your messages to be read by someone you loved and to see the sign of the blue saucer but he does not respond, do not give any reaction towards him, it is okay at that time to get angry, smash something huge in front of you, slap the one next to you with a palm, bite your fingers and cut off the hand that wrote this The message and throw it to the cats, crack the phone screen if you can, but do not try to take revenge on him and do not blame him and do not make him feel that he is hurting you. Rudeness after other days, they talk to you coldly as if nothing happened, and you instead of sharing the same feeling and the same ignorance, you were stupidly smart opening your arms to them when they return without making an effort with you or trying with you, until they ensured your presence and used to ignore you, you gave Opportunities may and may they change without you knowing the fact that the dog's tail does not straighten .

We need to be. We need to be cause as fucked as everything feels sometimes, there are still deep beautiful conversations we haven’t had, hot freshly baked blueberry muffins we haven’t eaten, coffees we haven’t tasted, mistakes we haven’t made, pains we haven’t gone through, things we haven’t learn. As long as there are unknown things in our path, there is beauty, and there is hope.

Dear life,

Take a deep breathe and relax, I'm not going to run from you. Because that is not an option for me. And neither I'm brave enough to bear it all. So if you could just sit beside me and look at your doing from my point of view, you will feel some sympathy for me.
And will ask me to get some sleep instead of spending my nights thinking about what you have done to me.

It's not a complain anymore, it's just I'm tired of it. So if you please, stop treating me like this for a while. It would be nice of you.

- Sohrab Amaan

Do not think about burning the blood of someone who intentionally ignores you, for your messages to be read by someone you loved and to see the sign of the blue saucer but he does not respond, do not give any reaction towards him, it is okay at that time to get angry, smash something huge in front of you, slap the one next to you with a palm, bite your fingers and cut off the hand that wrote this The message and throw it to the cats, crack the phone screen if you can, but do not try to take revenge on him and do not blame him and do not make him feel that he is hurting you. Rudeness after other days, they talk to you coldly as if nothing happened, and you instead of sharing the same feeling and the same ignorance, you were stupidly smart opening your arms to them when they return without making an effort with you or trying with you, until they ensured your presence and used to ignore you, you gave Opportunities may and may they change without you knowing the fact that the dog's tail does not straighten .

it felt like you threw me
so far from myself
i've been trying to find my way back ever since

i never wanted an apology
i wanted change
an apology without change
is manipulation.

I'm in love with your stories. Admittedly; not everybody's a good storyteller but still, nothing makes me feel more alive and relatable than to sit down, and carefully listen to someone's tale and even though I would like to deny it, I think this is what I've been living for, at least in the past few years. I live to listen to you, I want to glimpse into your world, to hear what has happened; I want to know every background story that led you here to me. What has happened to your hand? Where did you get this beautiful laugh? Who gave you those scars you carry? I want to know why your eyes wander whenever you hear that one specific song or why your smile has all the warmth in the world. Tell me about the one who hurt you, the stranger who gave you a day to remember and that time when you danced all by yourself through the night for as long as you have a story and I'm listening, I'll be in your world with you and we won't be two strangers existing in different realities.
After falling in love, getting heartbroken, loosing, gaining, dancing, dying and all the things I have experienced in this short and yet endless span of time that we call existence; I want to think that I found out what being alive means to me. I found out that it wasn't about myself, those whom I loved or even the things that left me tattered and torn; I found out that I belong whenever I'm observing. Whether it is listening to music or voices; Or watching someone's hand draw as their gaze is lost within themselves. For as long as there's a story, and a decent storyteller, I'm alive.

- I tried alot to escape from sadness, but I always end up returning to it.