Vacuum

The sound of vacuum cleaner
sucks my mind
into a vacuum space
The light of the lamp
lets me
to see the whiteness of the wall
to draw my thoughts on the wall
to draw my utopia
With all of my magic virgins
who are belong to me
only
/By W.G-- Isfahan

Daily

There are many things to say: my traveling to Isfahan, my entrance exam, my family argument, etc. But I don’t want to explain every thing that happens in my life. I want to write about every thing that comes to my mind, as a fluid thinking, as visual thoughts. For example I want to write about Maryam because she is fluiding in my mind now. I saw her two days ago, in Isfahan. We walked together along the streets and of course we served ice cream in a café shop in Jolfa, Armenian part of Isfahan. Two days later or three days later, I will go to Sanandaj. My courses in university will start. This is my last term and after that I will be graduate. But unfortunately there is no an exact view of future. I mean I don’t know what I should do after that: completing my education, or trying to find a job, or immigrating to a foreign country as Canada or Malaysia or maybe US.

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