"We have come so far and gone nowhere. We have lived so long and hardly at all."

- love letter 1995


"I will always dedicate a piece of my mind, a part of my heart and section of my soul to the endless possibilities of all we could have been."

Saudade 🩵

August will be filled with happiness.
August will be filled with blessings.
August will be filled with positivity.
August will be filled with progress.
August will be filled with kindness.
August will be filled with opportunity.
August will be filled with love.

you are sunlight falling through trees. You are laughter that breaks through sad- ness. You are the breeze on a too-warm day. You are clarity in the midst of confu- sion.
You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good

I still remember that day, when our eyes first acquainted. A trival moment of almost nothing- yet the timeless beginning of everything.

عرفتها خفيفة الروح، فضفاضة القلب، كانت أقصى أمانيها ألا تفقد خفتها، خفتها في البقاء، خفتها في الشقاء، خفتها في الرحيل، لطالما كانت أكبر مخاوفها أن تكون ثقيلة، كانت آخر من يغادر أهدأ من يغادر، أجمل من يغادر، كان قلبها ورقة شجرة يافعة، وكأن العالم خريفًا دائما."

Lose yourself in books, in art, in the haze of new horizons. Lose yourself in curiosity, in knowledge, in passion. Lose yourself in feeling it all; lose yourself in the world, in the stories and the lessons it has to teach you, but never lose yourself in love; never lose yourself in another person. You are your own home-please don't ever forget that.

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar...

- William Faulkner, from The Sound and the Fury (Harrison Smith, 1929)