Friday, January 20, 2012

The Quiet Space!

The skin of my hands are pink, pulsing and in pain. There is not much to say. The bleach odor has occupied the quiet space, screaming sharply. Zeitoon and I are huddled together, perhaps in an attempt to escape this frightful image of loneliness. The house is clean. My hands are empty. There is not much to say!


مسعود said...

سلام دوست من
کف دستهایت خالیست ولی آنچه از دستت برآمده است قلبها را پر می کند.
دستهایت پرثمر باد.

Tameshk said...

مسعود عزیز خستگی رو از تن ام بردی مرسی