even a straw triggers

times like this while wishing for death I refuse to die voicelessly shout some vowels aspiring Frost's "I have miles to go..."

the most wretched of all is that I cannot die now or like this

a tragedy, haunted by barrenness, being crushed between belief, anguish and hope; but fearless

I'm not scared even with remaining no more than a veiled line to heresy 

what to say, knowing you deem fit?

Asato Ma Sadgamaya

I wanna be alone

but why now?!

it's a trap

a cozy one

it's not real!

I shall not be enmeshed.

to be or not to be the pilot - 2

as we talked earlier, here it continues:

dream interpretation is a practice that in some very rare cases it gives vague information about the future.

if we consider it as a valid and proved practice (although I've had several true experiences before):

then it certainly comes to mind that we are probably able to change the future through sleep media!

it can't be a one-way road it must be a two-way connection; this is my claim.

there must be a way, yet unknown so far, to make changes to the future via sleep media

I don't know what kind of changes and how, I just can't accept it to be totally not possible.

the first step might be:

only if we take control of what dreams we're gonna have.

confession of an extremist

-I don't wanna be ahead of others pursuing my goals and dreams

-rather, I wanna be at behind, pushing others towards...

towards what?

-um...!

towards their goals and dreams? 

or

towards the goals and dreams you deem they must go?

wow!

here is the inherent and dangerous problem!

---

this is what swirls in an extremist head. 

they help you frankly but not to go in your direction rather to follow their way!

شخص ثالث

احساس، احساس وظیفه رو درک نمیکنه، ولی عقل میکنه.

عجیبه! عقل باید احساس کنه!

یا چیز دیگس که احساس وظیفه رو درک میکنه؟

the little big me or the big little me

how large are you as a being?

what's your capacity?

how much can your inside, say your heart, brain, soul, whatever you say, take in?

me?

well,

they say, our inside is infinite; I think so, sometimes.

-when things get lost on my eyes.

others say, it is finite;  ironically, I see it too, sometimes.

-when the beauty of a flower drips down my eyes.

how about you? 

have you ever found anything that can fill your heart or satisfy your ambitions? even a wish?

have you ever felt the beauty of a tiny flower expanding your capacity while gazing at it?

if you've had none, try to have both. it is worth your time and effort. 

common wistful self-reproach

what a beautiful day it is... if only I had eyes on things like this sooner...

real reason

why haven't you married yet?

- because I never found someone who had found me.

turns out to be a ghastly ordeal

it's only a matter of going

dust off within

Eli would say: beauty comes from within.

she's right.

think about Sohrab's line "my sister became beautiful" for a minute.

see? right?

in my opinion, Sohrab is seeing some virtue emerging from her inner character that makes her beautiful.

that must be the next post in Sohrabitar ^_^

plight your psyche

if there were a zone where "truth" would be laid bare,

(truth about everything, your fears, desires, beliefs, loves, deeds, etc.)

and you lose every makeups from rouge to beauty surgeries, even your clothes, except for private parts, are taken off,

in one word, the zone reveals you.

plus, in the zone you get what you truly wish for. even if your true wishes are buried under myriad of layers inside your unconscious thoughts, psyche, heart or everywhere, they are revealed in the zone and are granted.

1. would you tread in?

2. with whose companion would you dare to get in?

3. what does it take to go there?

see? learning how to fly is worthwhile

is there a race between us?

are your power and my patience competing? 

and for what? 

to prove you're greater? but, that's already given!

me to bow? to beg? didn't I do that?

to find out where I'll come apart? I'm so flat that cannot be crushed anymore!

to see how relentlessly I might try to make it to your hands?

in that case desperation is trying to pin perseverance down.

a little more of help? -implores, perseverance!

it did not work

I had the notion that in the presence of geraniums ruthlessness would melt away.