Why shouldn't we explode?
Am I not strong enough to shake the world? Crazy enough to get rid of the light?
Isn't chaos my only euphoria? And the restlessness that leads to my decline is my only pleasure?
Are not my flights my fall and the "explosion" of my love?

Can I love only with self-destruction?

Is it possible that the awareness of pure states has been completely forbidden to me?
Where does all this curse come from?
Have I not fought death enough?
Why is it that when the love of life is born again in me, I am so afraid that I am ready to swallow the whole world to stop it from showing up in me?

"Only the love of freedom reveals your true decadence."

Can the one who stares into the eyes of death still love? Can he still die for freedom?

#IranRevolution2022
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