Welcome To My Domain

لتكون سعيداً بكل شيء ، يجب عليك أولاً أن تكون سعيداً بلا شيء

“the feeling that swallows you after your first sip of morning coffee. showering, putting on nothing but underwear and your biggest, comfiest t-shirt and crawling under the covers of your nice warm bed, cool air all around you. late summer nights with your best friends while the cool but sticky wind rushes through your beach waved hair. the gentle burn on your face as you roast a marshmallow over a lovely bonfire. curling up on the couch in your softest pyjamas with the coziest blanket, a fire crackling in the distance, and a book placed gently on your lap as the beautiful fluffy snow falls outside your window. waking up to the smell of pancakes and bacon and coffee on a sunny sunday morning. walking along the beach, the warm sand between your toes and the salt in your hair. listening to a song for the first time and knowing it will be your favourite. holding hands and feeling their fingertips trace gentle patterns along the sides of your wrists. kissing the love of your life until your lips are numb. these are the feelings i stay alive for.”

i’ve been in love with her from the moment i met her, but that’s not what you say when people ask how you fell together. what else is there to say? what is the socially acceptable thing to pull from your mouth like baby teeth you’ve outgrown? i met her by chance. i met her by fate. i met her at a concert or a dating app in the middle of a strange fall. i didn’t expect it, they expect me to say. and maybe that’s a little bit true. but the real truth, the true that stands in its entirety, is that i needed to meet her. my soul wouldn’t have survived a moment longer without knowing hers existed. the truth is i was wild and drunk and blue in the face on the idea of her until i was sobered by her skin. the truth is the world was too cruel to survive without her. the truth is that every hand that touched me before her were made of hawk wings and she was made of the clouds. she knows a lot of random facts. it’s one of the things i love about her. she told me the other day that clouds weighed a million pounds. but i wanted to tell her, all the clouds landed on me from the moment i saw her. this is the weight of my love for her. what else is there to say? what other truths can i tell? she is the only sky in the world that i’ll never lift off of my chest.

“I exist too much, I feel too much, think too much. Reality is crushing the life out of me.”