We Are, Each Of Us, A Little Universe.

Every time I catch myself running through life instead of actually living it, I wonder—am I truly living or just moving? Have I spent my days meaningfully, or have they just slipped away without me noticing?

It makes me think… how many of my best days have I buried without even realizing it?

Nothing is eternal, yet I find myself longing for your eyes to hold mine in an endless gaze, as everything else fades away.

I’ve had thousands of conversations with you in my mind, loving the version of you that no longer exists. In these conversations, you’re still the person I once knew—warm, caring, and easy to talk to. We talk about things we never got the chance to say out loud, and somehow, everything feels right again. In this other world, we exist in a space where time doesn’t change us. It's a place where the version of you I love is still alive, untouched by the passing of time or the distance between us.

What's the first word that comes to your mind when you think of your loved ones?

وكم من السنوات يلزمنا لتغدو الذكرى نهج حياة؟

تركتها،لكن حبالها ظلّت تتدلى من قلبي

حتى أصبحت على حبال مختلفة،فلم تعد هي أم لم أعد أنا؟

ولمن تلك الحبال؟ لأي مكان اذهب؟

تسحبني عنوًا،إن لم اتبعها،ستنزع قلبي عني..

وأجدني على طريق باردة

يومًا أدركه،يومًا تكون متاهته أعقد من أن يحللها عقلي وأكبر من أن تحتويها روحي،

حتى نسيت-أو تناسيت- لمَ تؤلمني قدماي ولمَ أعدو

أُقنعني بحب حبالي، قديمة او جديدة،فليس لي سواها

حتى وإن نزفا -قلبي وقدمي- لمن ولأي شئ سنغدو دونها؟

He’s a mix of calm and chaos, of deep thoughts and quiet love. And somehow, he’s exactly what I need.

كأنما خُلق لأهواه،

وكم هو شهدٌ يسري في عروقي، لكنه يترك ندوبه

أدرك ذلك، أترقبك، وأسقط في الهاوية مجددًا

لكن ما نفع الهاوية؟

يقال إن الجحيم دوما يشير للأسفل،

غير أنني، بطريقة ما، أجعل منه جنة،ربما هو حبي؟

روحي، هذه الكتلة المتوهجة بالمشاعر،

لا تخسر جدالًا مع النيران، بل تتحد معها،

وتبقى لتدفئ قلبك

لكن، أليست السماء أسمى لحضنك؟

كيف لي أن أغرق عزيزي بنيران، حتى وإن أشعلها؟

وكيف أخف، أطفو، لاسكن تلك السماء مجددا

معك؟

Don't Cry—Two Versions, Two Souls..

I’ve been listening to these songs for two years now, and I still can’t move on!! Ever had a song completely wreck you? Well, Don’t Cry by Guns N’ Roses did it twice. Two versions, same name, same story—but they hit so differently. And I feel both. Every. Single. Time.

I first heard the Alternative Version, and the very first line hit me like a truck. "If we could see tomorrow, what are your plans?" It made me stop and think—if I could see my future, would I still be this lost? Would I still be stuck in my own head? Would I finally have answers? And when he says, "Knowing your love's decided, and all love is real," it messes me up. Is love really the main point of life? Is it what makes us want to live ?and feel safe & alive?

And the pain in this version—it’s not just about heartbreak. It’s about realizing something heartbreaking. "I thought I could live in your world as years all went by." That’s when it gets too real... The feeling of trying—really trying—to be part of someone's world, only to realize you never truly belonged there. And when he says,

"My heart won’t deny you. So many seem so lonely with no one left to cry to," I feel that. He’s letting go, but not for himself—for the other person. Because real love isn’t just about having someone, it’s about wanting them to be happy, even if it’s not with you and the fact ( WORST FACT EVERRR ) that YES! Some people have no one.....

Then there’s the Original Version. And this one? This one is different. Softer. Warmer. It’s love, even in goodbye. The first line? "Talk to me softly, there's something in your eyes." That’s the kind of love that sees you, that notices when you’re hurting without you even saying a word. He doesn’t want them to hold their pain alone. He just wants them to talk. To be heard. To be understood.

And the way he holds on—"Give me a kiss before you tell me goodbye." That one sentence carries everything. It’s like he knows they have to part, but he just wants one last moment before it’s over. It’s not bitter. It’s not angry. It’s just love. And the most heartbreaking part????

"There's a heaven above you, baby." Like, no matter how painful this is, there’s something bigger, something watching over us. Maybe love never really dies—it just shifts, moves, finds another way to exist through this heaven

And that’s why these songs will never leave me. It’s genius. Two songs, same story, yet completely different perspectives. One is holding on, the other is realizing. One is still soft, even when it’s over. The other is questioning everything, wondering if it was ever real.

I still listen and I still feel everything. This is what music is supposed to do. This is why it’s a masterpiece.

They said I have to stop the world if I want to stop the feeling.

And here I am, standing at its edge—

The whole world has come to a halt, yet I remain like a river, refusing to flow anywhere but to you.