“there is a chasm split wide depths untouchable, unexplored both unknownable and obscure touch of darkness ever endless there is a chasm in my mind in my soul in my hands in all that i am where the beat of my heart just echoes and the rest is silent.”
— some days i’m empty and i don’t know why | wt. (via waadtariq)
I almost had her out of mind, my life, but her glimps itself bought back to life all those bruises she gave to my heart..
A memory locked somewhere in my head, not a treasured one for sure, possibly one which hurts, showed up…
What was my mistake i ask again to myself… but as usual i have no answer other then “u trusted her…”
She still had that cute face, those big eyes and her beautiful smile, but this time neither time nor me stopped to see those eyes and smile…
My soul cried when she trampled over my heart and those red roses that day.. and even then i had only one question “WHY?”
She stayed quite and said nothing, but her silence said everything…
I waved her a goodbye with a smile on my face wishing her luck for her life ahead… I prayed to god almost everyday, wishing just for one thing that may karma let her live.. because somewhere in heart i still had something which neither want karma to touch her nor to hurt her… was that hope or care or love? I dont know but whatever is was, it dried up just like those roses i had received from her or like my eyes which were flooding with tears…
I thank to god that she is safe, i thank to god that she is happy..
I consider it as a chapter in the book of my life that made me cry or the path of dark starless nights that i dont try..
(…) what happened (to Kafka) is the same as what happened to me:
he withdrew
he went too far into solitude
and knew — he must’ve known —
you never come back from there
Alejandra Pizarnik, from Psychopathology Ward in “Extracting The Stone Of Madness: Poems” [translated by Yvette Siegert]
(via xshayarsha)
لا أجد نفسي أنجرف خلف ما ينجرفون إليه، عقلي لا يصيبه الفضول لمعرفة شيء لمجرّد أن عامة هؤلاء البشر يلهثون خلفه.
I don’t find myself in what people do. My mind is never curious about something just because everyone else is.