My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.
On another note, it’s almost eid 🙀🙀🙀
I’m more honest in my poetry than to myself. That’s what I’m hunting for when I’m working away there in the poem. I’m hunting for the truth. It might be a kind of poetic truth, and not just a factual one, because behind everything that happens to you, every act there is another truth, a secret life.
i envy people that come up with witty comebacks on the spot because i’m gonna need at least a 3 day notice
And in Islam, I found love
Surround yourself with people who nourish your soul.