The land of nada

دندان بر جگر بگذار..اگرچه کوهستان‌ها را صخره به صخرهبا خون شکوفه شسته‌اند،اما رنگین‌کمان‌های بسیاریبر پیچ‌ و تاب رود بزرگ پل خواهند زد.حوصله کن مجروح منمجروح خارزار بی‌چلچله!این‌طور هم نمی‌ماندکه علف در دهان داس بمیردو باد برای خودشهی به هوچی و هلهله.من به تو قول می‌دهمبهارزایی هزار خرداد خوش‌خبراز جان‌پناه امید و ستاره در پی است..دندان بر جگر بگذار آهو...آهوی پا به‌زای [...]صیاد سایه گریز نیز نمی‌داندسرانجام در برکه‌ی تاریکبه تنهایی خود شلیک خواهد کرد،اما تو باز برای نجات همان سنگ‌انداز،هم با چراغ ماه و مرهم شفا بازخواهی گشت.بازگرد... دارد دیر می‌شود!سیدعلی صالحیپ.ن: کنج این خونه نشستم و فکرم اون بیرونه که این لبخند توام با وجهه‌ی مغموم دو سه روزه دروغی بیش نیست وقتی حال این شهر خوب نیست. حتی دیروز که پیاده کنار چمران میرفتم و این هوای سنگین لعنتی آهسته آهسته ریه هامو پر میکرد و در گوشم میخواند که اینجاست جای نماز دل، محراب رنگ و ریا بشکن هم چیزی جز درد و رنج آشکار در چهره ها ندیدم و برای اولین بار ترسیدم از حجم این همه کثافتی که تهران بلعیده و انگار حالا وقت بالا آوردن آن است‌. The land of nada...

Life is such a waste without feeling anything, right when we have to shut ourselves out in the darkest coer of our mind and stay there for as long as it takes to get rid of this pathetic weakness we feel. I used to think it was pathetic, and in some ways nothing worth it. but what are we doing if we can't go back and recall an old memory and smile back or smell a certain odor that travels us through the bittersweet times we had growing up or maybe old, or when we hated ourselves and preferred to disappear at that very moment.It's not a shame if we felt something really valuable in the past and all the times after that we lived with a part missing because that is the nature of life. not so many are lucky enough to have the pieces they want altogether but the many that were bold enough to cease whatever's calling them even if they have to leave a part behind forever are the true living.we continue with befores and afters, like living a parallel life alongside the one that truly made us who we are.+ نوشته شده در  جمعه بیست و دوم دی ۱۳۹۶ساعت 23:20&nbsp توسط نگین  |  The land of nada...

I woke up with a panic attack realizing everything there was in our dreams is the only piece of truth we have.The camp, the fire and you seeing everybody disappear but us or strolling through frozen streets of New York when I knew I had to find you there. See! I told you out there isn't real and ignorant parents or ghost friends aren't real. Not even the hallucination of me when you're stoned enough to hear me calling you home cause it's just medicine. Nothing but us in the back yard of my house fantasizing how it would be funny if this city was mingled with the zoo. We laughed so hard till I break it to you that I have to wake up and face those things as much as you have to live the rest of the days regretting what you said the last minute because it was getting late and it was the last minute for fixing things. We always have to fix things in here but no more if you sleep tonight and meet me right on that cliche bench as if this city never took our truth away.+ نوشته شده در  جمعه ششم بهمن ۱۳۹۶ساعت 15:36&nbsp توسط نگین  |  The land of nada...