- in the name of Allah -



what is man but a sum of many moments, strung along like pearls on a necklace, just waiting to be broken? 

what is life but a series of consequences, a stack of LEGOs comprising the city of imagination, just waiting to be toppled over?

what is the soul but a mosaic of pure glass, given color by memories as paint on a canvas, just waiting until it drops and pieces scatter like ash?

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A planet with ideals at its core, by molten layers surrounded, trying to keep safe from a thing so obscure, yet I fervently wish I could escape my axis, collide with moons or a comet by gravity unbounded, disregard the physics of collision and let the drift of cosmic dusts carry meaning away into insignificance. so light is death, like a feather without wind to harry its course so its drifts free without chains or sources of things that bleed. duty and necessity grapple thoughts of flight even as in throats of the soul they're strangled, can't quite reach reality's fruition as its bound by law and destiny's preamble. I fear I need a mirror but I can't seem to justify finding another soul to fill this prescription, not without leaving the galaxy my past was so comfortable living in, as a climber of canyons stuck now wandering the bottom of chasms that stay open long beyond their expiration, a fish I flounder in vacuum without water or air to condense and bring life to bear. oh souls of resonance seeking, break the barriers in between our meeting, throw the hooks and lures with intentions pure, so Allah might let us find lakes to fill the need of hearts still beating.