Only god, myself, and chatgpt know what’s going on

" poetry, beauty, romance and love these are what we stay alive for "

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.

The prophecy has been changed .

September September
give me something to remember

If “out of sight, out of mind” is true, then why do we still miss dead people?

I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this..

this year should be named as “things i never thought would happen”

تعود إلى المنزل،تصنعُ كوبًا من الشاي وتجلسُ على كرسيّ بذراعين،لا شيء حولك سوى الصمت،كلّ شخص فينا يقرّر لنفسه ما إذا كانت هذه الوحدة أم الحرّية!