*I wanna talk to sb but I have nothing no say in fact.
So I talk to myself, over & over.. repeating the same things. the same stories.. Sometimes I feel nervous.. sometimes worried.. worrid about things which are none of my business.. I\ve nothing to do with many many things around me but I dont know why I insist on being involved.. I\ve got used to be.. to be.. I\ve no idea what I can name it.. but most of the time I'm thinking about it.. I don\t know exactly about what.. Maybe about sth. important! Important! You see? Everything is important in my world! even small thing that no one else can see or touch.
I'm annoyed.. I feel alone & I like this feeling.. Where's my "8 ketaab"?
I open the book, seeking for familiar sentences which make me smile :)

Poem.. One of the most lovely thing in the world.. I like to smile when I'm reading a poem. I think of Sohrab.. What he was thinking of when he was writing that poems? I like know the answer someday..

I need a travel.. to somehere far.. with a friend.. to talk.. to run.. to play.. to see the moon.. to see a movie together.. to live.. to laugh.. to cry.. to chew a gum.. to hold hands walking in a street.. I feel alone.. I need a travel.. I just need a friend.. forever..