Time
Slipping through fingers like parched sand
Why do you run from her?
Such dry sand..
How can I appreciate the present when all I see is my future?
Maybe her glasses work too well…
Mad kid, Good city
.Binding the past .
Straight Non-Fiction
Chapter 2: Al Ahl - Kitab
She used to write everyday. Now her mind is tangled with another; her thoughts no longer her own.
May she find the will to speak again. One day.
Someday.
Inshallah
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The line blurred so quickly. I could never tell which side I belonged to,
JQC
Chosen.
The one who saw the shadows behind her laughter, in a dark room. And still found potent beauty
Her thoughts now?
She is leaving. Soon. Terribly soon.
And her strings are hopelessly attached.
God will grant her slack in the lines to prevent strenuous taught.
Inshallah
I could play this all day. Sudan you have my heart <3
“I just need friends who care about me not ones that hang out so that they can add me to their facebook”
