Everything I fantasized has left me traumatized....

Can I call you Rose? (Can I call you Rose?)
'Cause you're sweet like a flower in bloom (can I call you Rose?)
Can I call you Rose? (Can I call you Rose?)
'Cause your fragrance takes over the room (can I call you Rose?)

Happy Easter fam❤️

Gave it a shot and it made me feel like shit and worse asf tbh but the problem is still can’t leave 🫠

Silent chaos 🫠

Wasted potential🫠 + the urge to be productive 🫥

It had us setting aside bullshit. It had me weak in knees. It had me in the presence of a master. I think of resting in weakness, but I do not. I am a light, a leader. Love wants nothing to do with me. It scatters me like smoke. I am like a feather, at the mercy of the wind. The wind is merciful. It tells me a story. It looks me in the eye. I am no longer a feather. I am a bird that cannot fly. There are others who share this deep loneliness. Contact with them is like communion. My spirit is weak, it hears but does not listen. The dream ends with master giving me food. A third of my plate is meat. I question it. I am encouraged to let go of my childish care. Blessed is the man that provides for the village.

When they ask for money and instead of saying "I'm broke" I say-
"How can I, a wretched soul stripped of coin and fortune, bestow upon thee any silver or gold? For my purse doth echo with the hollowness of mine hopes, and mine hands are as barren as a chicken's nest in winter. Verily, asketh me for riches again, and thou
shalt receive but a solemn stare and a pebble."

Eid Mubarak! 🌙✨
Wishing you and your loved ones peace, blessings, and prosperity on this sacred day of Eid al-Adha 1446.

Always and forever gonna be grateful for how he raised me.