i am the wolf, she is the moon

“april, pour patience into my cup until it overflows with love, spill light onto my path if i lose sight of myself during dark moments. keep me aligned with truth even if the aftertaste is bitter. fill spaces in my bones with honey so i never forget the sweetness in my existence.”

“Do you have stars in your mouth? she asks and I laugh, she’s never tasted winter like I have, midnights that linger for days. Yes, I tell her. Come see. Will there be breath? For a while, I whisper and blow on her hands, but you will sing and the aurora lights will walk across the ice. She lets me put my hands on her. Will I die? her hair like snow. Yes. I tell her. Every time.”

"عندما تريد لنفسك ما يريده الله لك، فهذا هو الوقت الذي فزت فيه"

“You lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world that’s inside you.”

“I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, “It tastes sweet, does it not?” “You’ve caught me,” grief answered, “and you’ve ruined my business, how can I sell sorrow when you know it’s a blessing?”

“there is magic in exactly where you are, regardless of what yesterday looked like, despite the mistakes that forced you to take steps back; the regrets of your past might delay you from reaching your destination, but nothing can ever stop you from reaching what is divinely yours.”

“Who taught you how to hate yourself?”

The first time our eyes met across a crowded room, it was not love at first sight. Love did not grab me by the throat. Instead when I looked at you, I saw the flowers in the meadow I used to play in as a child. What I mean to say is, every time I think of you, I remember the safest, most sacred place I ever knew. Every time I touch you, my whole body blossoms with wildflowers.

I'm just trying to become someone who the child inside me will not hate. I'm trying to be everything she needed and did not receive. She is so lonely still. It's not fair that she is so lonely still.