I am coming home

I am at the verge of breaking or making. Just wait two more months. Just trust me and yourself on this and hang in there with me. The moment I clear everything I'll get a plane ticket and get on board and fly over the ocean to reunite with you.

I know this is a hard time for you. Getting out of a cloudy relationship with a heart half leashed to somewhere and somebody that have been a big part of your growing up process and forming your identity. But that was just a jumping platform for you. You have to set yourself free. It wasn't meant to be.

We all go through this thing called identity crisis and it has no designated age or number. Some go through it when they are 16 some ignore it till they are 30+ and some don't even notice it. Some go through an additional crisis on top of that. The intellectual identity crisis. Having doubts about whether to persuade a Bohemian life and go through all the pain of being poor and miserable; feed the brain with a hungry stomach and watch all your friends have the comfortable and secure life with their weekend barbecue gatherings and the shining houses and cars and let them give you a pitiful look in the street etc.

At the end of the day none of it really matters, because this time will pass and will leave some mark on our heart and mind. It's all part of the growing process. But I am begging you to trust me on this that we are for real. What we have here is a real thing and quite rare in a pleasant way. Just hold on to it. I am coming home...

Double Scotch, neat please!

Distance again. When would you set me free, Distance? When would you end? Where are you leading me? I'm constantly walking you off with a painful knowledge that you won't end ever, if you ever, it'll be perhaps too late. She won't be the same. She won't grow old with me. She will join you, Distance, she will be distant.

Is this a pattern in my life? To seek out for love somewhere else? Am I longing not to belong to where I am? Or is this all a series of coincidents? Life is too short and I'm already half way through.

Huh! All the others are watching you honey. They are clapping and welcoming you to the BRBDS! Broken up Before Dating Society.

In Town

Too many Prides* in one town
All driven madly
All rough looking yet fragile
This one is too proud
Be the big man and let him go first
Let go of this Pride
Let go




*A model of Kia assembled and manufactured in Iran