All these years I used to think that Time is all that passes. It was as if I was the dropes of the sand clock, droping from a time to another. Time was falling over me and crossing pass by me, and another day was being born and another day. And in the effort to forget this belief, some where down the line I forgot myself. In the little notes in my diary, In anniversaries that don't exist anymore...June, July and August....and I was searching for the distances....

My distance from the past...distance from you....safe distances...and I lost myself in between the days that weren't marked in my diary and distances that no matter how long but the pain wasn't getting any less. And I forgot myself. I got here. I don't know when, I don't know how, I don't know why...! Here...distance is meaningless...this moment is peaceful....this moment is full of me...there is nothing here...nothing but me.

Ayeneii bar ayeneat migozaram....ta az to abadiati besazam!

Vojoode to Moamaeest iman.....ke tahghighash fosoon asto fasane!

I don't have time to sleep...
I don't have time to chat...
I don't have time to go to the doctor...
I don't have time to take a bath...
I don't have time to study...
I don't have time to eat...
I don't have time to get married...
I don't have time to fast...
I don't have time to shop...
I don't have time to go to the gym...
I don't have time to finish my project...
I don't have time to look for a job...
I don't have time to write on my blog...
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Can some one tell me what the hell am I doing all day?