Bed of Flowers,,,

Are you prepared to wander through the endless sea of a thousand blind eyes; a brazen routine filled with characters who will never know your name? Where you are nothing but an outcast, a broken villain that the zombies circumvent for the sheer pleasure of avoiding eye contact?

Will you fall asleep in a bed of wilted roses? Do you really want to gather along the path of a man who has nothing written across his calloused face but bitter memories in shaky, misspelled calligraphy?

Because this, oh holy muses… this is his bed of flowers.

2 comments:

Yaashaar March 6, 2012 at 6:00 PM  

همه چیز درست میشه ... مثل نوشته های چند سال پیشت یک روزی به این نوشته هم با لبخند نگاه می کنی...

بماند که اون احساس استفراغ درد مشترک ..

Ali March 10, 2012 at 11:57 AM  

belakhare yek nafar be in webloge lakandeye man sar zad ,va che khoob ke az doostane ghadim . bahat kamelan movafegham pesar ,movazebe khodet bash

چیزی مشترک بین روح انسان و طبیعت وجود دارد

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