- in the name of Allah -


as the ink still flows, so too runs blood in the veins, there's a circle somewhere here, but it's effort enough staying sane. my remedies aren't apathy or eloquence, nor miracles or malevolence, not in indulgence or abstinence, not quite innocence and never ill-intent; just one elixir for me: that of unending patience. I wish I could make tomorrow today, skip all the scenes and lines in between now and then, but my Rabb's decree encompasses all mechanisms and means, so the only road there is the one He places for me. still, I reckon that so long as I live, little slits will keep being made, spill the Red from within so the internal simmer doesn't drive me insane. at times I've wondered if the path is worth the pain, then I recall my intended destination, and I can think of no better trade.