أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

just in case a reminder may be needed, in case this winter's stretched its tendrils too close to where you're breathing, i should reiterate what i said not long ago, that you'd never be eclipsed, not in any season, for as a runner in the blood, how intertwined are oxygen and love? 

my Rabb has given me quite a few blessings, and decided to try me in some ways so deep, but no matter the happiness or sorrow He decrees me to face, absent you i am never completed,...why is still partly why, the Garden holds fast its meaning, its necessity, why every deed i have as pebble, i save to show Him one Day for me to plead. 

they do not understand, they cannot fathom, how one once so bereft of mortal acceptance, longs for one who showed it him without condition. it's a simple thing, i swear, so obvious, if it were outloud spoken, all would say 'of course it is', as fruitful as the vapid exclamation of how magic might be wonderful and helping...of course! but utterly unaware of how such a thing is actually brought to fruition.

as  my Moon once said, "only Allah can give it, and only He can take it away". such is the fate of that which over we possess no control, things submitted, for they belong to Him. 

my beloved are remembered as every day passes, inside duas released from tongue whether or not my state agrees or wishes, whether my compass points right the moment, or decides to be itself still, you remain embedded within, and some day iA, i'll get to hear your words again, and be able to show what you mean to me.