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Today, I am quarter century old. This is a big number, 25 years. I could imagine after another 25 years telling that I’m a half century old... -
Dear readers, I just started reading (The Black Swan). I finished Avicenna book. This new book seems very awesome. What about you? Anyt...
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I’ve been awaken this morning at 7 a.m. because of my heart. It’s racing to death; it beats 89/second with altering in the character and s...
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I decided to post some personal life updates.. Like diaries, so for now I was busy last week in final pedia (children medicine) exam Then...
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HaHaHaHa I'm a pirate, just like Jack Sparrow, I mean Captain Jack. I'm limping, like an old pirate. My leg is betraying me. I'm...
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The inhibition, we limit ourselves to, is a sad story. So, a free soul can be limitlessly creative. The odd attitude which great people sh... -
The galaxy is huge. Inside the galaxy there’re many black holes that could open to another white holes. The white holes lead to other gala... -
Abuse Every time I go to my bed, or any other bed, trying to sleep, the every night show starts playing in my mind. Like a movie, sequences...
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The chances of the regime to save your life are almost equal to that you may die because of the treatment. So, why do we use such drugs to s...
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1. I'm into depression episode/mode. 2. I tried, I really fucking tried. And I keep trying to write.. I have 3 projects to write about....
I am waiting for something, opening websites at random.. Experiencing the torture of the passing time, handling the memory of the mix of smells, and remembering that it is all about lust now.
My brain deleted every memory, and my nose is my only evidence of your existence.. I miss the smell of fresh blood, the smell of your wet lips, the smell of desire, lust, and regret. They all have no color, just a wavy fading smell... I am blind now, what would I want to see? A world with no colors? Or a mind that cannot draw a full picture? It smells like dancing under the rain, it smells like your laugh, I even close my nose to stop the strong scent of tears that popped up. I keep forgetting that I am the devil, who can the devil blame his sins on? I am sure now, this is the question he kept praying to God to answer, and I am praying for you to answer me until you create some Adam and Eve to get rid of me like God did to the devil…. Dear lover, I won’t bow!
First English piece that I kinda like,
Saturday 26th 2009