Wednesday, February 20, 2008. Lives where the heat is on. And warms himself by the fire. When he feels his presence being forgotten. And leave him in your drawer. When you go on vacation. Who lives in your blood stream. And flows from your heart. Into a pulse of reminder. But the blood underneath remains the same. On the end of your tongue. Waiting to be spat across the room.

شش سال است که مبتلا به سرطان خون است . سرطان خون راستش توضیح غیر علمی و نادقیقی از شرایط است . اوضاعش عجیب است چون حتی سلول های بنیادی برادرش هم نمی تواند کمکش کند . پدرش کارگری در یکی از شرکت های پتروشیمی عسلوییه است و خانه شان در روستایی در همان حوالی .

Sunday, October 26, 2008. Hello Creative Writing student? S I am alive. But I am wondering if I am still linked on to Ms. Wednesday, May 14, 2008. As his teacher calls his name in the dim lighting of the classroom, he loses his hold and the magnificent kite, with streamers trailing, flies out of his mind, and into the sky behind the window. Monday, March 10, 2008. I can now see a writer, philosopher, and comedian, and I will willingly cry for brittle bones, empty pages, and silent rooms.

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