wonderland!!

The name is: Live What You Love,” notes from an unusual life
“. I look at it “unusual life”. How a life can be unusual, just because it’s not the same as other’s, who says all the people’s lives should be usual, anyway?
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Time passes by; I write a story about life and death; black and white, solitude and hate, rescuing lives from anxieties and horrors, morality, sacrifice.
Everything is colored” black”.
‘When I wake up; the sky is black, I go to bed when it’s black. Solid black, I don’t see sunshine; white colures or yellow. This is the meaning of today’s life, in solid black; Massive dejection, and self-salvation.
People live and dye in the black atmosphere.
I have no news from my sincere friends, just because I chose not to get anything new from the other side of the world; what is the use of it. Feeling sympathy? I don’t want to.
They share their happiness and misery with you and now you can’t even understand it by any sense, or self-touch.
No one has many friends, make it any!
Earthquake comes and goes.
Someone is the leader; who is absolutely no eligible for that position. He is in his invented victory, and he knows; it’s not fair what he does, and what he says, he knows he is too low to be the leader for even a group of sheep, and now he is the first man of this poor and helpless land!, but who doesn’t like supremacy? He is terrifically happy about it, but he also can’t handle it, he can’t hide his insanity from the people around, and he says things he shouldn’t say so.
People are left by their own frightens, from the cruelty of their lives; they suffer from lack of health, self-power, and defense.
Before, there were days, whenever a fellow wanted to do something, he would have thought about the righteous of it, and also, he would have considered its value. But now, he never thinks about human’s right or spirit. He dies of hunger, lack of health, and no ethics.
He wont try to make changes in his world of despair and solitary, because it’s so far beyond his believes and abilities to get in to any battle.
He doesn’t wish to have a better life anymore; he just expects, the days pass by faster.
He doesn’t get upset, if someone’s love dies. Who cares if she lives or she doesn’t. Who cares if I live or I don’t, even I’’ my own self” don’t care anymore, about my self-being.

Who cares, if there is no other life after death, who wants to live one more time any more?
No one does.
; It’s so much pressure, in even one time life, then, why should someone wants to live one more time, and have the same, maybe worse experience again, and again; suffers from breathing; with no inspiration.
No more. That’s it.
Who cares if there is, or there is not heaven or hell. Who cares, what is wrong or right. Who knows?
Who says someone goes to hell if he killed someone else’s soul.
Who says if someone killed herself, goes to hell?
Who dares to say so?
Who cares, if a fellow kills a soul, out of madness? Who gets sad?
Who cares if someone gets cancer?
Who gets happy, if someone gets married?
Who knows, how long his delusion is going to last?
Who wants to share his life with the others, anyway?
Who says if someone doesn’t love; is fateful? Who says if you are in love; you’re happy and fortunate.
Who says you shouldn’t lie, and then what is with, telling someone charming stuff, without even believing in it.
What is with talking about fate, and destiny, without even believing in God?

Who says you shouldn’t steal. If that is so; then, what is with stealing names, souls, and hearts, and …. .

Who cares if a child is born with no hands? Who cries for the poor; begging all over the city for a dime?
Who cares if homeless dies of cold, in the winter time?

Who cares if a prostitute gets caught, and sentenced by law, by religion?
Who cares if a mother can’t afford to feed her own child?
Who gives her a hand?
She decides to feed her infant, and so she sells her own body. It’s her own body; she can do whatever she desires, with it. Then who dares to stop her from being her own body’s trader?
How attainable and rational it is; to stop her from feeding her own little one.

Who says what fair is?

Who says someone has this right to rule one land?

Who says some people have the right to put the other ones in" jail"; kill them by the name of God?

Who says some groups are acceptable to invent the new regulations. And make changes, whenever they desire.

These are all nonsense.

Who says, there is someone up there; watching us, and taking care of individuals, and souls.
And who says; all these disasters are all written in human’s fate.
These are all nonsense.

Who says if someone does something dreadful; he can’t sleep well at nights, nor eats in peace; then, why all the kings have figures of happy faces, and they can laugh to death?
Who says, humans can be in possession of the land, call it their own kingdom; their own belongings; decide not, let various sort of people, in the land? Who says, they can toss some humans, away from several definite lines, and lock them up, in a few exceptional areas?
Who says, some kind of people, are permitted, to be the owner of the natural substances; such as oils; and who says, if they are capable of promoting it, to others?

Who cares, if someone kills a bird?

Here is gray; nothing matches anything, and this is the truth.
These days, the truth is so evident, and in plain sight, if someone takes a look at a piece of life; just for two minutes, he’ll figure out, nothing makes sense, in today’s life.


Saloume nakhsaz