“I used to rebel by destroying myself but realized that’s awful convenient for the world for some, our best revolt is self preservation”
God i love her
I wrote something based on a dream i had from a pov of a character in that dream,
In our hiding place, I searched for him,
only to find what was written in the sky,
while a melancholic melody kept playing:
كل المنشآت البعيدة تقترب
وكل القصور القريبة تظل تبعد
,Every distant structure draws neaer
And every nearby palace continues to drift away
I closed the door, my eyes filled with tears,