First Day of The last Year Of University

Well , Its the beginning of the end . Tomorrow universities will begin again and I have to go to Electronic Class at 9.30 am . I have the same feeling of sadness as everyone in the world have experienced in the first day of university . The end of the last summer , The beginning of the last year .
I pray to God for a good year , for a fruitful year and for a happy year.

Resume

Im trying to write my resume , it turns out much harder than I thought . I went to see parya today and we had a great time but I hope she doesnt think anything bad about me . see , I told her that I still love her but not like a lover nor like a friend . Simply like she is Parya and Im Ali .
The last song I dedicated to her was something like " If its wrong to love you , then my heart just wont let me be right , cause im drowned in you and i wont pull through without you by my side . I Give my all just to have one more night with you ...."
but now Its like " when your day is long and the night , the night is yours alone . and you show you had enough with this life , hang on . Dont let yourself go , Cause everybody cries , Everybody hurts sometime"
I really love my relationship with her , its like nothing i have ever experienced . its diffrent yet enjoyable , its funny and yet deep . I dont give the world in exchange of what we have now .
Tonight I realized how wise she is , and how true her advices are .
I think Im really gonna miss her most of all .

Its Funny

Its funny how our ears has turned into two way tunnels
and our hearts turned to stone
Its funny how are words dropped meaning
and our love has simply blown
our days stopped to carry feeling
and our touch carry no healing
maybe its just the way we have grown

no blog should be alone

you are not a lonely blog anymore :D someone reads you .

Last Seasons in Tehran

Today , I realized that this is the last time I will see summer in Tehran for a long time . well not having to see summer in tehran doesnt bother me that much . But in Fall , Winter and Spring Tehran gets as beautiful as it can get . So i Guess i really have to enjoy my last seasons in Tehran and try to absorb as much beauty as i can and try to find some things to cling to in feauture and remember my life in tehran by them .

A Friend

I need a friend to listen to me ,
I need a friend to cry to without thinking I am weak
I need a friend to read my blogs and have sympathy with me
I need a friend to shout my problems to
I need a friend to really know me and for me to really know
The saddest fact about my life nowadays is although I know a lot of people im simply
Alone

Fragile Dreams

Sometimes its so easy to watch your castle of dreams tumble down . Walls you believed were made of concrete turns out to be of glass . Its easy when it shatters into thousand pieces , what you believed was a stronghold . What can you do ? you can sit and watch every piece of dream falling down , you can watch your hopes , your ambitions . watch them die twice the fast as they were created , unbelievably . I didnt knew how easy it was , I thought it was strong enough to hold the weight of thousand horses but hey what can you do ? I remember the house of spider story , how it is easy to be ruined , I Remember the house made on the water , i remember ....
But this time i will make my house by love , I will make it on honesty foundations , on me .
I will Dream
well what are we made of if we arent made of dreams ?