As by-products reproduced by a tragic age, the mental patterns they have placed in the original bodies seem incapable of carrying that body in order to complete our remaining life.
It is as if it was our destiny to come out of this life, which we embraced with all our hands, thinking that the souls milled by turning into cotton wool in the capital life mechanism are our original souls.
No matter which wall we say we made a breach in, we want to reach the end of the road by deducting something from ourselves at every stage of the run, since our bodies, which lost ourselves and ran to the light, went on this run by selling their souls, but when we reach the end, I think we will have bodies that are frozen cadavers with no original souls…
Is it to steal our souls, I wonder if they hypnotized us in the arms of this garish life. While every individual is confident in himself, believing that no one will be smarter than himself, and always wants to play as the leading actor on the stages of this world cinema, when you wake up from the effects of hypnosis and come to your senses, you see that the stage is full of beings surrounded by extras and without acting skills.
While the sun does not want to get out of the bed of the moon when the sun is eclipsed, the world is facing total darkness, global darkness, like a storm, scattering everywhere, as if we have sworn not to lay our heads on top of the stone, we have always breathed into us from the geography of pessimism, while we have turned our lives upside down by entering through the keyhole of our houses.
Do you see it as the mood of a writer who is depressed, or do you accept it as the cry of the truth by a crier who shouts as loudly as he is approaching, whatever it is for you, but it should be known that the dress that we wear these days steals our souls and destroys our intellectual and perception cells. . Even if the wind has a language, if it tells us what it carries and how it hides insidious intentions, then maybe it will be time for us to wake up.
Actually, I'm not a person who likes to yearn for the past, I don't like to forget myself today while dreaming of the future. However, when I see how such a thief community is trying to bury us alive with its global poison, by destroying our universe and destroying our today, by making us dream of tomorrow, I am struggling so that we do not destroy our tomorrows, as we are about to lose today.
Let's take care of our bodies as soon as the hearts do not enjoy it, the bond of the brain with the heart due to indigestion is shattered by the effect of bombs detonated with high-impact silencer, I can't wait because I don't know in which press they will make pig feed. I want to write in every environment with slogans with a high warning tone that it is approaching.
I go outside, while my silent screams are buried inside me, while my tears flow into my heart and form a huge sea inside, I cannot wet myself like a dew drop that has no effect on the dried streets. My misted eyes take me far back in the depths of the night when the gray rain avoids crying but suffers. What could be left behind, what made me fall into a deep sleep in the arms of the past that I want to forget.
I wonder what sparks might have burned in my soul while saying goodbye with sadness? My nights are sleepless, my days are thoughtful, my stomach is empty, my body is tired and my mind is neighing like a wild horse at any moment, the tears left to me from Ramadan, leaving me alone, comforting me with my loneliness, and disappearing silently as soon as the sun goes down.