I was finally asked to fetch pure water for the village. A task I was wondering when it will fall on my shoulders. They handed me the map to help with the road. Little do they know that I’ve been there too many times I can head to the Land of Wells blindfolded. Something about […]
Could it be me?
That one question that no one can really answer, no matter how they try to articulate their words to present an idea they like to be true. Who am I? I used to think it’s a question I’ll be pondering for few years then leave it there unanswered, but it always keeps resurfacing every once […]
Spirits Lounge: The Switch
Eyes were opened. Is this the smell of Lavender? It must be, I’m in Lisbon after all. I’m in Lisbon? I’m in Lisbon! Silky strands of black hair resting on my shoulder. White curtains are half opened allowing rays of sunlight to introduce the place. Street noises made an extra addition to the scene. The […]
Spirits Lounge: The Gate
Tonight is the night! I’ve been waiting for another 30 days to change. I hurry for my night shower, deep toothbrushing, and a final shower with my favorite powdery perfume. Now I’m ready. Wait, is this the same
Red Strands of Yarn
As I entered the room, I turned on the nightstand light on the left side corner, then grabbed a recently gifted old vinyl record I was planning to play couple of days ago but completely forgot about it. Dust was already resting gracefully on it. Really? Did I really receive it couple of days ago […]
Whispers of Sinners…
It’s cold outside, so is inside. Blankets are gone, clothes are wet, souls are naked and truth is creepily floating everywhere. Once feelings start heating, waves of cold breeze come flying to shave away any burning residue with jackets of shivers. A camp in the middle of nowhere. Collection of
It is what it is.
It is when you find the missing peice of the puzzle. It is when you extend yourself to another. It is when you behold the joy and discomfort of another. It is when you fear loosing. It is when you discover life’s fuel. It is when you learn to heal what you thought cannot be […]
As the sun comes down it hands the ocean the guardianship of the state. It is when silence let its guards down and let out massive waves of rage leaving no room for resistance from anything residing within the ocean. Boats are
للعوالم التي لم تكتشف بعد.. لأرواحنا الساكنة مترامية الأطراف.. لنسائم الآمال التي تحوم راقصة حولها.. للأنامل الذهبية التي تحيك أهواءها بلا ملل.. لعبير أنفاسها التي لم تجد من ينتشي بها.. لأنصافها التي تتوق لإكمال وحدتها.. لخيالاتها التي لم تجد من يترجمها.. لقصصها التي يُشعر بها و لا تروى.. وُجِدت ترنيمة. متجردة من جميع القوانين. خلقت […]
Once upon a fall..
One fall, during one fall, under graceful falls.. After the long phases of floating, balloons have decided to lie down in preparation for the upcoming journey. I’ve been walking for too long now after my peaceful land on earth that my skin has built up creating