Jamil B. Holway, Tr. By George Dimitri Selim, From Grape Leaves: A Century Of Arab-American Poetry; “Throbbings”

Jane Austen was right when she said “I am half agony, half hope.”

I keep forgetting myself,

I keep forgetting my being,

my existence.

I keep forgetting my purpose,

I lose touch.

My body and soul disconnect,

I break myself over and over.

Everytime I feel this way,

I know it's time for a new chapter,

A new beginning,

A new voyage.

A journey to a new me.

-Anneshwa

😌💛

This need, nobody knows it, this longing doesn't go away

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: sparkling, inextinguishable eyes. END ID]

" oh yes, i'm a writer " *doesnt write anything for 6 months*

Sky's pink as she is shy,

we're looking at it's beauty and she wonders why?

We're all like the sunset skies ✨

Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Jinn”