I talk to others but not in my own words. I just pick the words up from anywhere and offer them to my audiences extremely unwilling. Like to stay in bed and wait until the words coming to me, but suddenly I remember I am a rich person! I know a poet that reading his poems always makes me feel better. Like any other time that I feel sick, sad , alone, confused or even happy, I go to shamloo’s book and read aloud:
We were in possession of all the words in this world and
We did not lips that which mattered,
Because one, and only one, word was missing,
Freedom
We did not lips it, you imagine it.
just some words, and now I feel better, now I feel I have a land to stay on it!
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