أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

staring down one of those abysses i've long become familiar with, trials of life compounding together as i visualize past and present and future disappointments compiled in one single boulder. i pondered over one of His names, The Afflicter, and tried to reform desire for servitude, but all i can trust is for Him to make the trials ever harder. couldn't fathom direction, much less overcome a universe outside my control or making...but one thing you said, about looking forward to swimming, though this life would keep us apart for a bit..and just like so, the scorching orange of agony turned back into its crystal blue my surfaces tend to be, though i still have no answers or guarantees, no surety He won't turn the hearts of my beloved away from what i seek in destiny, the only thing i have, the only thing i can see, just the chance that i might one day be complete. and that must suffice, even as He melts and revives me like an iceberg chiseled to His conception, even as distance would try to drown myself in absence, the thought of your smile, of a touch to make your happiness like a skylight with the sun behind your eyes, that possibility is enough for this nomad to keep his trek alive.