stars, hide your fires

I love you more than words. And I am a big fan of words.

I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.

I have chosen to fall in love with people who will never love me back. Why would I do such indelible things? Because I think I deserve the pain.

Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.

Maybe the moon is beautiful only because it is far. لربما القمر ليس جميلا إلا لأنه بعيد

I can’t fix you. I can’t save you. However, I can make it a little easier for your lungs to understand the language of breathing.

I write to find out what I am thinking. I write to find out who I am. I write to understand things.

Your heart houses your passion. Live there. Tomorrow isn’t promised with sunshine, but stay. Let it move you. What you took pain for will grow.

Always leave people better than you found them. Hug the hurts. Kiss the broken. Befriend the lost. Love the lonely.

You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.

I want to be the person who eases you to sleep. I want to be consumed by the fire lanterns in your morning stare. I want to be the reason you wake up feeling rejuvenated

paradox of choice; good and evil are relative terms– one man’s sin is another’s virtue

If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired.

If I lived a million lives, I would’ve felt a million feelings and I still would’ve fallen a million times for you.

Every child finds a day when they realize that adults can be weak and wrong just like everyone else. After that day, you are an adult. Like it or not.

It’s okay to lose yourself for a little while. In books, in music, in art. Let yourself get lost.