-in the name of Allah-



Still alive, still breathing, finding and searching, a way to give life back its meaning. Been all over the place seeking to put on my self a face, a face with features of mine and not wrinkled by the passage of time. others dont relent in their pursuits or maybe they do but im too occupied in thought to see what they see through the troubling whirls of complexity that bog down the cogs of the world and leave reflections inside of me. some ideas still hover and soar amidst the scattered leaves and pines, perhaps one day to finally find their place in the ground to become firm and sound. the seeds of seedlings in the harshest of winters, buffeted by reality's frost it appears the mirage is enough at times to fool the wisest of minds. traversing i remain and for ever contemplative, now understanding that loss is a part of life, though beyond myself remains a vivid masterpiece yet unpainted yet ever shining bright.