Dear Void,
Is it alright to forgive and not forget?
They say forgiveness sets you free, but no one ever tells you what to do with the memories that refuse to leave.
Maybe forgiveness was never meant to erase the past.
— Until next time.
Yet…
The wind still dances through the leaves,
as if the world is quietly performing its wonders,
and no one bothers to look up.
Tell me, what do you think can be done?
2/2
Dear Void,
I think the deepest sorrow of these days is not grief itself.
It is that people are slowly forgetting how to be amazed.
They see a sunset as nothing more than the end of a day,
and rain as nothing more than a reason to get wet.
1/2
Dear Void,
Not every thought longs to be heard;
some simply long for a place to settle.
I chose you,
because you never judge,
never interrupt,
never ask for explanations.
You simply keep what I leave behind,
exactly as it is.
Perhaps that’s the closest thing to peace.
کلاهمون قاضی
چند نفرمون، چندبار؛ وقتی کسی ابیوزمون کرده جلوش وایستادیم؟
چند نفرمون، چند بار؛ دیدیم به کسی ظلم شده و صدامون دراومده؟
چند نفرمون، چند بار؛ منفعتی توی اعتراضی نداشتیم ولی شرکت کردیم چون همصنفمون ضررش رو متحمل شده؟
چند نفرمون؟
چند بار؟