کاش سوز سرما‌ی کنار پنجره‌ات بودم؛ به آغوش کشیدنت ممکن می‌شد..

اومدی فرهنگ‌لغاتت رو توی وجودم کاشتی و رفتی. این رسم‌ش نبود توی وجودم خونه بسازی و بی‌ساکنم کنی.

تو را که لمس میکنم، سر انگشتانم جوانه میزند انگار که آب به خاک تشنه رسیده باشد.

Sometimes, I feel like I’m just thinking about my feelings instead of actually experiencing them. I only really feel one lonely feeling that is frustration. I feel that and think other emotions. I can't tell you exactly how i feel because it's always the buzzing that shakes my heart. Like the noise on an old TV. Black and white, giving the hallucination of the middle grey. always stuck in the middle. As long as I remain in this in-between space, I struggle to express anything meaningful.

و اما عشق سوختن و ساختن می‌طلبد