I can feel it, there is something that I should do.
I can feel it, but I can't remember it.
There is something...
It's not what I'm supposed to do,
It's not watching, reading, eating, sleeping, walking, working
It's just something else, Do I miss something?
Is it just loneliness? Is it just nostalgia? or is there really something else?
If it's joy, I know where to find it.
It's exactly when I read, listen or watch something and I suddenly realize there's something there
ذوق، نازک خیالی، رندی
(taste,elegance,verve,literary talent;joy:ذوق)
and then I'm joyful for the rest of the day.

Writing, but writing makes me feel not joyful but joy itself, giving not receiving, to be understood not to be understanding