Sahand's place.

Where, what, why, how, when,

I don’t expect you to understand me. I barely understand me.

What is the “global elite” even? A group of people who have more of something that is rare? Is value only distributed to things and styles based on their rarity? Isn’t that stupid? And please don’t agree with this merely because money is the object of example here. Because the same theorem applies if you like a guy or a girl just because his or her way of being is just so difficult to find nowadays, i.e. unique.

If you come, come. If you don’t, don’t. If I sing, I sing. If you sing, sing. If I surrender, I’m gone. Before I go, I’ll offer a hand to you. To follow. If you don’t, don’t. If you do, we will see.

When you think I am idly sitting by, I am actually listening to your breath moving. When I am silent in the sky, I am keeping you in my sight. When I am cold and distant, a piece of you is my candle light.

The dream we never had. The perfect future you will be regarded as. Green, blue colors of light. Never in my hand. Never out of sight. Try your best, do all the wrongs you can.

Morning Blue sky Sun on the bed Sunshine in bed Now playing: Stir It Up Crawl under her sheets Start kissing her From her toes upward Gaze into her newly awoken eyes smile Remind her that she is beautiful

There is nothing there, believe me I’ve looked. No, I told you. It’s behind that thing. What thing? The thing right there! I told you, I’ve looked. It’s empty.

حشیش.

You will never see life as I do, neither will I as you. Such beauty going on inside your mind and body. I want not grasp it, I need not control it. I wish for it to flourish on its own; uniquely, with universal power. I love it, and I love you.