- in the name of Allah -


why do I keep writing?

because there's only so far these eyes can see, only so much the chest can hold, before either I'm blinded, or the breast must needs explode. pain is the air I've breathed, hope is the exhalation, without filters or masks, taking in deeply to help the gases' exchanging, absorbing the harm while trying to give off only what lasts. 

there were a couple souls I met, souls I couldn't keep, souls whose inner light I couldn't appreciate well enough in time then decreed. so I found with Allah's help a road, to see again those rays, to funnel into one place all one's wishes, that one day we might share hearts as they yearn to exist.