“I had only one desire: to leave, to walk, to die, whatever. I wanted to get away, never come back, disappear, melt away into the forest, the clouds, no longer have memories, forget, forget.”

—Ágota Kristóf, Yesterday

Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin

It's so terrifying to think that one day you will trust somebody enough to let them see your naked body. You will undress infront of them, letting them see your stretch Mark and scars from chicken pox when you 6 and the scar on your knee from KG. You'll blush beautiful shades of red for that one person and I wonder, if that person is worth it, if they will reassure you how beautiful you are despite it all. But mostly I hope they see each freckle on your back as if it's a star and look at you as if you are the whole universe to them.

road to december without you.

The worst part about anything that's self destruction is that's it's so intimate. You became so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of you that taught you how to survive.

In the cold December air, all the leaves, thousands upon thousands of them, flashed against the sky, drenched in gold. Every leaf rang with its own light, and all the light poured into me without end.”

― Mieko Kawakami, Heaven

آن لکه اسید در زمان چه بود
که حیات نام داشت و رفت؟

«مبادا آن انگیزشِ مبهمی که در آغاز ما را به حرکت انداخته بود، همانی که به پندارِ ما میل به سامان­دهی و آرامش می‌­آمد، در هسته و حقیقتِ خود میلی رام‌­ناپذیر به خُردشدگی و دیوخویی بوده باشد؟ شاید آری و شاید نه...»

Ikenaga Yasunari (池永康晟), Bamboo Blind, Biting, 2015

«موجی که فریادها را با خودش می‌آورد به ساحل کوبیده می‌شود و دوباره به دریا بازمی‌گردد. همچون مستی که نعره‌هایش از هوشیاری نیست. درست شبیه به فریادی که انسان در کوهستان می‌کشد و انعکاسش دوباره به خودش برمی‌گردد. فریادهایی که اوج می‌گیرند اما تنها در خودشان می‌مانند. و این تصویر غم‌انگیز، فضای شعر را از اندوه غرق شدن یک انسان فراتر می‌برد»

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Certainly you can't know what I'm going through,I bear all this weight and I can't bear it, Maybe there is something wrong with me, but I try my best not to pay attention to what I feel and what is happening to me that everything is normal and is fine.