Many a weary night endured
Since the utter charm of joy has pured
My unquiet dreams, my misery
How sweat if I could share with thee
Unable to endure it's smile
Which kindly eased my sombre veil
I frightened turned my burdened head
And hid in slumbers shade instead
A heaviness settles in me like an old, unspoken guilt, the kind that gnaws quietly at the soul until even the light seems ashamed to enter. I move through the hours as if through a dim corridor of my own making, haunted not by ghosts but by the echo of a self I can't recognize.
Some days it feels like I’m breaking in slow motion, but my friends hold the pieces with a tenderness I don’t deserve. When my spirit dims, they lift it. When I lose myself, they find me. Their loyalty is a miracle, and I’m endlessly grateful for it.
اینکه بگی کشورت و هممیهنانت رو بمبارون کنن که شاید به تاج و تخت برسی، نشوندهندهی رذالیتیه که در انسان عادی دیده نمیشه. رضا پهلوی تو یه بیمار یا یه شیاد خطرناک هستی.