دشت

The turmoil passes. the heat. the rain. the anxiety, the rage. the love, the anger, the hatred, and I would be standing right after it, tall and proud, detached from it all.
The right formula was this; to live the play while it lasted, indulge in it peak and lows, cry to its tragedies, and laugh to its joy, but acknowledge the end of the show, and walk out of the movie theater in peace, to a world of ordinary where nothing has changed since you were sitting for that show.
All is normal, and life is back to its realist-ism.

Glide on my skin, when all is dark, and all is out.