Lying Beneath The Sky,

You reach a point where nothing means anything...

Your mind stops questioning,

but your heart still aches.

You have no energy to rebuild, and maybe you don’t want to..

Because sometimes, pain is the only thing left,and your stubborn soul refuses to let it go.

You're just here, aching,

hoping that, eventually, everything will make sense on its own.

ذاكرتي تُحبك ، تسألني عنك طوال الوقت

تتداخل بكل تفاصيل يومي - صورةٌ لك ،

تتداخلُ بكل تفاصيل يومي فحتى دفء كوبي يذكرني بدفء يديك

يُرسَم محياك بين غيوم عقلي مُجبِرًا على نسيانها

أية غيوم إن كنت حاضرًا ؟

ذاكرتي تُحبك وأنا مللت

كيف أجيب سؤالها الدائم عن ذكريات جديدة لك ؟

ماذا إن عاندتني وظلت تحدثني عنّا إن أجبتها بأنك رحلت...

كيف الوذ فرارًا منها ومن عيناك ؟

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؟

Drowned head to toe, Left breathless, but still filled with it. It’s like the feeling I have towards you, Slowly, gradually, consuming the cells, consuming the air.. Used to the pull, Didn't try to swim away, Until I forgot I was drowning. My mind floats high, My soul drifts weightless, Until suddenly— The water disappears. Was it ever here? It’s your hands, Reaching through the surface. Maybe I was never really drowning, Maybe it was always you I was submerged in, And yet my hands choose yours, As a way to survive this.

احترت انا بين قلبي وبينك، والحيرة عذاب.

معرفش الصادق مين فيكم؟ ومين الكداب؟

قلبي بيقولي كلام،وانت بتقولي كلام، وعنيا شايفه كلام،والناس

الناس بيقولوا كلام..

I forgot to mention they’re also the funniest little creatures everrrr

Of all the things that remind me of love, cats are at the top of the list. Their eyes hold something different, something enchanting, like a silent understanding of the world around them. They love in their own way—warm, selfish, and a little bratty, like a child who thinks you belong to them. Sometimes, they act like your baby, sometimes like your boss. Every single one of them has a personality that makes me want to meet them all, build a whole cat family, and just exist among them.

Orange cats are pure chaos, but somehow the softest souls. White cats carry themselves like royalty, too elegant to bother with the rest of the world. Gray cats act all calm and collected, but they’re little troublemakers once you know them. Black cats hold a quiet kind of love, the kind that feels steady and safe. And tuxedo cats walk around like they own the place, like they just left a fancy dinner party and decided to grace us with their presence.

Every cat feels like a reflection of someone, a reminder of a certain kind of soul. And the best thing about them? When one chooses you, they’re yours forever. They love in a way that’s awkward yet endearing, poking at you when you’re sad, pulling away just to come right back. And the way they get jealous when you pet another cat? Nothing beats that.

There’s nothing quite like having a cat in your life, feeding them, talking to them, sharing a space where words aren’t needed. In a way, they remind me of my inner child—curious, stubborn, and full of love in ways that don’t always make sense. Maybe every cat carries a little piece of someone, a little piece of us. But all I know is, I love them, and I’ll never get tired of saying it.

I don’t want the children of another woman

to have the eyes of the man I won’t forget

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?

Free yourself from whatever is holding you back from being what you want & need.