Thursday, May 05, 2005

Dasht e Tanhai

There is no explanation for it.
An ache can come and grip you in the middle of what to all appearances is perfect contentment.
A phrase can revolve endlessly in your head.

Wilderness. Desert.
Loneliness. Melancholy Solitude.

The wilderness of solitude.
The desert of loneliness.

Just a castaway I am lost at sea-o
Another lonely day no one here but me-o
More loneliness than any man could bear…

Alone in front of the computer.
Writing about terror.
The telephone rings to ask of already paid bills.

Dasht e Tanhai.
Rescue me before I fall into despair-o…

How can I bring a tongue to all the unsayable things in my life?
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