Personal
My Personal life is a really bizarre and very busy one!!! My world is filled with my unique best lover, the people I love, my books , my music, animals, my travels, my languages and even the gifts that I have received and I love them so much. It is like a surreal dream. Even in the most ordinary cases, I do not pass a really ordinary day. The reason is simple: I enjoy living! Viva la Vida!! And even simpler: I communicate with my surrounding: The surrounding does not have to be a human or my cell phone talking to my love, no!!! But as vulgar as the ordinary door of the building I pass through to the tip of my shoes that I sometimes stare at ,when I do not understand what is wrong with what I am doing .. as if it is going to help me!
This is not new for me, I was like this from my childhood and later
when I grew up and started my long walks and hikes in the
Darakeh. enjoying the beauty of the marvelous , virgin track
of Abzoghalchal
to Pelang
Chal, sitting on the rocks and listening to the fall, to the
trees and the animals that I could not see, thinking about myself, nature
and the world of unknowns ... It has been with me .. till now in USC, in
States , now that I am really much more alone ... those good friends ,
that noise makers , those happy hellos ... are all still with me but not
here .... I can not touch their hands and they can not kiss me ... we just
think about each other .. how many times a day, a month , a year .. I do
not know .. I do not want to know ..Let our loves lie there .. sacred in
their beauty .... Let me see the new people ..with their light skin and
hanging ponytail hairs ... with their slippers and loose panties... with
the breathe of freedom of speech and behavior that they have experienced
since their birth .... Let me sit in front of Tommy Trojan and do nothing
... but stare at these people and think about the old fashioned whys of
mine ... my nostalgia for all ... my love right now ... and just think
and think .. I do not want to
go and talk to these people .. I do not want to break the walls in
between ....Let me be my way ...... a passer by looking outside the window
of an airplane lost above the endless of oceans of why and hows and whats
of a simple life ... A life that is nothing but a mere 40 seconds spent
on the leaf of a flower before it drops and some one crashes it under his
feet ............
Now welcome to share parts of this lunatic world of mine ...
