Writing my way to harmony within and without. Of Snail Mail and Unanswered Questions. Asymp; Leave a comment. I suppose it is where it is supposed to be. And what had we done with our lives to deserve miracles anyway. And, who knows what soul mates are supposed to do in our lives! Lives All we have are these questions for now. Answers will come in good time apparently, or they might not. In any case, its not .

Time never seems to stop even for a moment. Now we have grown too old for high school and too young for the real world. It seems that we are ready to be heard but no one is listening. Sometimes it will take patience and courage to shout until we are noticed. It is only a matter of time that we will be someone. Weeks went by but felt like hours. The past lately has felt sublime. Spring will lie in summer showers. This is just the beginning of time. Time is only counting down to the beginning.

از راه آرا سا س بهروز بمانید. در هم و بر هم. در هم و بر هم. مدت هاست میخوام دوباره نوشتن رو شروع کنم ولی هربار به یه دلیلی نمیشه. هر دفعه با خودم میگم بزار این هم انجام بده یا این اتفاق بیفته بعدش با قدرت شروع میکنم.

Saturday, April 30, 2016. Well technically its Saturday morning. And I have a list of questions I want to ask people.