Monday, August 10, 2015. Your words gaze at me with sepia eyes. Filled with speckles of cornflower blue. Dressed like a fleet of princes. All charm and pure gallantry. But hiding an innocent boy. Innocent, yes, but not naive. We hopped that fence together long ago. With iced fairy smoke in our lungs. And snapshots of time painted on our cheeks in coral lipstick. Maybe we ran too far away. Hand in hand over the blooming flowerbeds. Both looking too far ahead. But Love, i loved that journey.

I ordered a new heart last Monday.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015. I can be cute sometimes. But then, do you ever just get around that group of people that make you feel lower than dirt? All interactions with them are fake, empty promises. You feel pitied, not loved.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014. Day to day life is turning out to be an extremely boring chain of uneventful experiences. Day after day, just living to live. I want to see the world and fall in love and fight for what I believe in.

از یه جایی به بعد. ﻣﺎ ﻛﻪ ﻧﺪﻳﺪﻳﻢ ﻭﻟﻲ ﻣﻴﮕﻦ. ﺧﯿﻠﯽ ﺷﯿﺮﯾﻨﻪ ﻭﻗﺘﯽ ﺗﻮ ﺍﺱ ﺍﻡ ﺍﺱ ﺑﺎﺯﯼ ﻫﺎﯼ ﺷﺒﺎﻧﻪ. ﺧﻮﺍﺑﺖ ﻣﯿﺒﺮﻩ ﺻﺒﺢ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﻣﯿﺸﯽ ﻣﯿﺒﯿﻨﯽ ﻣﺴﯿﺞ ﺍﻭﻣﺪﻩ. ﻗﺮﺑﻮﻥ ﻋﺸﻘﻢ ﺑﺮﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﺶ ﺑﺮﺩﻩ. ﺑﺎﺯﻡ ﺗﺄﻛﻴﺪ ﻣﻴﻜﻨﻢ ﻛﻪ ﻣﺎ ﻧﺪﻳﺪﻳﻢ ﻭﻟﻲ ﻣﻴﮕﻦ.