I feel safe, protected, invisible, and happy. No one can see my smile, no one can read my mind. No one can stare at me. No one can touch me. No one can see my tears. It is a short yet sweet escape. It is an escape from reality. An escape from all sounds and all voices. Under the water is the best place to rest in. To forget pain, pressure, sorrow, and all feelings. It is a short escape.
Escape
Mom’s kind of right although I do wish I had taken things more seriously when I was your age. It’s hard to find a balance. Maybe that’s what you’re trying to do with your blog?
I can’t imagine what sort of things I would have written then. I think I’m glad I didn’t write them.
I do disagree with escape though. You have the ability to influence others with your writing and although thinking some of your thoughts does bring pain, you shouldn’t seek escape. What good do your smile, your tears, your anger or your joy do when hidden? I understand the need to hide, especially in Iran, but you don’t live there and don’t have to hide what you think and feel. You have the ability to make a positive difference in the world and should use it.
Keep thinking, seriously, but make sure that you find some time to enjoy being you. It shouldn’t be difficult! 🙂
double double with grilled onions and cheese…I never should have started thinking about one
cheers,
Dick
I was searching for something not related to your weblog, and google came up here! nice weblog 🙂 wish u something to do, something to love and something to hope…