Easy to open,
easy to fill,
easy to break,
easy to hide.
Even easier to replace.
People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.
There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.
You are not entitled to your opinion. You are entitled to your ‘informed’ opinion. No one is entitled to be ignorant.
It’s time to be yourself again.
There are days
where I wake up
and I can no longer
remember who you are.
I think I dreamed you
ليس حرًا من يُهان أمامه إنسان ولا يشعر بإهانة.
Older often means wiser, but not always. Life on Earth takes its toll, and some have paid larger tolls than others
I have spent all my life speaking without words. I have lived through whole tragedies without uttering a word.