ﻫﺮ ﮐﺲ ﺑﺪ ﻣﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻠﻖ ﮔﻮﯾﺪ ﻣﺎ ﺩﯾﺪﻩ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺪ ﻧﻤﯽ ﺧﺮﺍﺷﯿﻢ ﻣﺎ ﻧﯿﮑﯽ ﺍﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻠﻖ ﮔﻮﯾﯿﻢ ﺗﺎ ﻫﺮﺩﻭ ﺩﺭﻭﻍ ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﯿﻢ
ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﺷﺎﻳﺪ ﻳﻚ ﺧﻴﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺩﺭﺍﺯﺳﺖ ﻛﻪ ﻫﺮ ﺭﻭﺯ ﺯﻧﻲ ﺑﺎ ﺯﻧﺒﻴﻠﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﻣﻲ ﮔﺬﺭﺩ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﺷﺎﻳﺪ ﺭﻳﺴﻤﺎﻧﻴﺴﺖ ﻛﻪ ﻣﺮﺩﻱ ﺑﺎ ﺁﻥ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺷﺎﺧﻪ ﻣﻲ ﺁﻭﻳﺰﺩ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﺷﺎﻳﺪ ﻃﻔﻠﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻛﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺪﺭﺳﻪ ﺑﺮ ﻣﻴﮕﺮﺩﺩ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﺷﺎﻳﺪ ﺍﻓﺮﻭﺧﺘﻦ ﺳﻴﮕﺎﺭﻱ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ ﺩﺭ ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪ ﺭﺧﻮﺗﻨﺎﻙ ﺩﻭ ﻫﻤﺂﻏﻮﺷﻲ ﻳﺎ ﻋﺒﻮﺭ ﮔﻴﺞ ﺭﻫﮕﺬﺭﻱ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ ﻛﻪ ﻛﻼﻩ ﺍﺯ ﺳﺮ ﺑﺮ ﻣﻴﺪﺍﺭﺩ ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﻳﻚ ﺭﻫﮕﺬﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺑﺎ ﻟﺒﺨﻨﺪﻱ ﺑﻲ ﻣﻌﻨﻲ ﻣﻲ ﮔﻮﻳﺪ ﺻﺒﺢ ﺑﺨﻴﺮ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﺷﺎﻳﺪ ﺁﻥ ﻟﺤﻈﻪ ﻣﺴﺪﻭﺩﻳﺴﺖ ﻛﻪ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭ ﻧﻲ ﻧﻲ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥ ﺗﻮ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﻭﻳﺮﺍﻥ ﻣﻲ ﺳﺎﺯﺩ ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺣﺴﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻛﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺁﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﺍﺩﺭﺍﻙ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻭ ﺑﺎ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻓﺖ ﻇﻠﻤﺖ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺁﻣﻴﺨﺖ ﺩﺭ ﺍﺗﺎﻗﻲ ﻛﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻩ ﻳﻚ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﻳﻴﺴﺖ ﺩﻝ ﻣﻦ ﻛﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻩ ﻳﻚ ﻋﺸﻘﺴﺖ ﺑﻪ ﺑﻬﺎﻧﻪ ﻫﺎﻱ ﺳﺎﺩﻩ ﺧﻮﺷﺒﺨﺘﻲ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻣﻲ ﻧﮕﺮﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻭﺍﻝ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﻱ ﮔﻠﻬﺎ ﺩﺭ ﮔﻠﺪﺍﻥ ﺑﻪ ﻧﻬﺎﻟﻲ ﻛﻪ ﺗﻮ ﺩﺭ ﺑﺎﻏﭽﻪ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﻣﺎﻥ ﻛﺎﺷﺘﻪ ﺍﻱ ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻭﺍﺯ ﻗﻨﺎﺭﻱ ﻫﺎ ﻛﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻩ ﻳﻚ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﻣﻲ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪ ﺁﻩ
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ﺁﺩﻣﮏﺁﺩﻣﮏ ﺁﺧﺮ ﺩﻧﻴﺎﺳﺖ ﺑﺨﻨﺪﺁﺩﻣﮏ ﻣﺮﮒ ﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﺟﺎﺳﺖﺑﺨﻨﺪﺁﻥ ﺧﺪﺍﻳﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺰﺭﮔﺶﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪﻱﺑﻪ ﺧﺪﺍ ﻣﺜﻞ ﺗﻮ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﺳﺖ ﺑﺨﻨﺪﺩﺳﺘﺨﻄﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﻋﺎﺷﻖﮐﺮﺩﺷﻮﺧﻲ ﮐﺎﻏﺬﻱ ﻣﺎﺳﺖ ﺑﺨﻨﺪﻓﮑﺮ ﮐﻦ ﺩﺭﺩ ﺗﻮ ﺍﺭﺯﺷﻤﻨﺪﺍﺳﺖﻓﮑﺮﺑﮑﻦ ﮔﺮﻳﻪ ﭼﻪ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺳﺖﺑﺨﻨﺪ
ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﮔﻞ ﺳﺮﺧﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻛﻪ ﮔﻠﺒﺮﮔﻬﺎﻳﺶ ﺧﻴﺎﻟﻲ ﻭ ﺧﺎﺭﻫﺎﻳﺶ ﻭﺍﻗﻌﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ . ﺳﺎﺩﮔﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺑﺎ ﺻﺪﺍﻗﺖ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻫﻴﭻ ﺩﺭﻭﻏﻲ ﺩﺭﺁﻥ ﺭﺍﻩ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩﻣﺎﻧﻨﺪﮐﻮﺩﮐﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥ ﻣﻌﺼﻮﻡ ﺍﺵ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻤﻪ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻣﻴﮑﻨﺪ ﻭﺑﺎ ﻣﻌﺼﻮﻣﻴﺖ ﺍﺵ ﻫﺰﺍﺭﺍﻥ ﺣﺮﻑ ﺑﻪ ﺩﻧﻴﺎ ﻣﻴﺰﻧﺪ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﮐﺘﺎﺑﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ ﭘﺮﻣﺎﺟﺮﺍ ، ﻫﻴﭽﮕﺎﻩ ﺁﻧﺮﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻃﺮ ﻳﮏ ﻭﺭﻗﺶ ﺩﻭﺭ ﻣﻴﻨﺪﺍﺯ ﺑﺨﺸﻨﺪﮔﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﮔﻞ ﺑﻴﺎﻣﻮﺯ، ﺯﻳﺮﺍ ﺣﺘﻲ ﺗﻪ ﻛﻔﺸﻲ ﻛﻪ ﻟﮕﺪﻣﺎﻟﺶ ﻣﻲﻛﻨﺪ ﺭﺍ ﻫﻢ ﺧﻮﺵ ﺑﻮ ﻣﻲﻛﻨﺪ
ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﮔﻞ ﺳﺮﺧﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻛﻪ ﮔﻠﺒﺮﮔﻬﺎﻳﺶ ﺧﻴﺎﻟﻲ ﻭ ﺧﺎﺭﻫﺎﻳﺶ ﻭﺍﻗﻌﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ . ﺳﺎﺩﮔﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺑﺎ ﺻﺪﺍﻗﺖ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻫﻴﭻ ﺩﺭﻭﻏﻲ ﺩﺭﺁﻥ ﺭﺍﻩ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩﻣﺎﻧﻨﺪﮐﻮﺩﮐﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥ ﻣﻌﺼﻮﻡ ﺍﺵ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻤﻪ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻣﻴﮑﻨﺪ ﻭﺑﺎ ﻣﻌﺼﻮﻣﻴﺖ ﺍﺵ ﻫﺰﺍﺭﺍﻥ ﺣﺮﻑ ﺑﻪ ﺩﻧﻴﺎ ﻣﻴﺰﻧﺪ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﮐﺘﺎﺑﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ ﭘﺮﻣﺎﺟﺮﺍ ، ﻫﻴﭽﮕﺎﻩ ﺁﻧﺮﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻃﺮ ﻳﮏ ﻭﺭﻗﺶ ﺩﻭﺭ ﻣﻴﻨﺪﺍﺯ ﺑﺨﺸﻨﺪﮔﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﮔﻞ ﺑﻴﺎﻣﻮﺯ، ﺯﻳﺮﺍ ﺣﺘﻲ ﺗﻪ ﻛﻔﺸﻲ ﻛﻪ ﻟﮕﺪﻣﺎﻟﺶ ﻣﻲﻛﻨﺪ ﺭﺍ ﻫﻢ ﺧﻮﺵ ﺑﻮ ﻣﻲﻛﻨﺪ
tnx 4 the add...be os khoshamadi!
ﺑﺎﺭﺍﻥﻭﺍﯼ ﺑﺎﺭﺍﻥ...ﻭﺍﯼِ ﺑﺎﺭﺍﻥ ...ﺑﺎﺭﺍﻥﺷﯿﺸﻪ ﯼ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺭﺍﻥ ﺷﺴﺖ.ﺍﺯ ﺩﻝ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻣﺎﭼﻪ ﮐﺴﯽ ﻧﻘﺶ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪﺷﺴﺖ؟ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﺳﺮﺑﯽ ﺭﻧﮓﻣﻦ ﺩﺭﻭﻥ ﻗﻔﺲ ﺳﺮﺩ ﺍﺗﺎﻗﻢﺩﻟﺘﻨﮓﻣﯽ ﭘﺮﺩ ﻣﺮﻍ ﻧﮕﺎﻫﻢ ﺗﺎ ﺩﻭﺭﻭﺍﯼ ﺑﺎﺭﺍﻥ...ﺑﺎﺭﺍﻥﭘﺮ ﻣﺮﻏﺎﻥ ﻧﮕﺎﻫﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺷﺴﺖ.ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺭﻭﯾﺎﯼ ﻓﺮﺍﻣﻮﺷﯿﻬﺎﺳﺖ!ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﯾﺎﺑﻢﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﺩﻭﻟﺖ ﺧﺎﻣﻮﺷﯿﻬﺎﺳﺖ.ﻣﻦ ﺷﮑﻮﻓﺎﯾﯽ ﮔﻠﻬﺎﯼ ﺍﻣﯿﺪﻡ ﺭﺍﺩﺭ ﺭﻭﯾﺎﻫﺎ ﻣﯽ ﺑﯿﻨﻢﻭ ﻧﺪﺍﯾﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻣﯽ ﮔﻮﯾﺪ:ﮔﺮ ﭼﻪ ﺷﺐ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮏ ﺍﺳﺖﺩﻝ ﻗﻮﯼ ﺩﺍﺭﺍﻧﺪﮐﯽ ﺻﺒﺮﺳﺤﺮ ﻧﺰﺩﯾﮏ ﺍﺳﺖ