The story of missing friends is endless. I've missed you terribly. I check the thread and the mailbox frequently to see a sign from friends, to pacify myself, but nothing on the horizon! You know, a kindness is put there, in the deep layers of heart. It doesn't go out; as long as I am alive!
Comparing to other days, Friday afternoons are different in that on Fridays; in the afternoons, I am about to die of missing friends. Oh, nobody can understand how I feel-how I am-when I miss my friends.
Let me cry like clouds. Don't blame me for impatience. Mountains are wailing. Oceans are tempestuous. Why? Friends are miles away!
I just revealed some small senses of nostalgia for good old days in the past with friends. The deeper levels of distress cannot be shown by words. How do people feel when they cut their fingers with a cutter when; for instance, they are peeling or dicing potatoes? My heart feels that pain long, as if you cut your fingers again and again! How do people feel when a thorn penetrates their body? My heart feels this sharp pain long.
Oh, let's cease wailing!
Thank you for your friendly message.
All the best,
Behnam, 15 February, 2013