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..Est-elle réellement compliquée, ou est-ce simplement l’incapacité des autres à la comprendre qui la rend complexe ?

— 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐞 — Je me lève souvent la nuit pour chercher un souvenir de toi et me cogne contre la table où reposent les promesses que je n’ai pas su tenir..^

❝ we 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 each other’s 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 so 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 and leave 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 that last 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.❞

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝.. ❝ as long as your eyes haven’t rained enough, to drown the flowers they planted in your heart, you haven’t loved enough to hate anything that blooms.❞

𝐋𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮.. Quelque part entre s’en foutre et en crever. Entre s’enfermer à double tour et laisser le monde entier entrer. Ne pas se durcir, mais ne pas se laisser détruire non plus.^

𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, my soul wrenched^ wondering how I would welcome those thoughts that felt unfamiliar, seeing the papers that were crumbled, was I mourning over the loss of a cherished presence, or celebrating the birth of a poet ?

𝐈𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐞̂𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬.. qui provoquent en nous la certitude de lendemains qui chantent. On ne sait comment, on ne sait pourquoi, on sait seulement qu'ils ensoleillent nos journées par leur simple présence.^

❞ أقفُ دائمًا على رأسِ روحي، أتلو بالسِّر أن تتولاها الحماية، وألّا يمسَّها الأذى، ولا ضيقُ المدى❝

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲, ..of turning away from the sun, thriving through winter’s cold, blooming as a rose in their garden, only to be remembered as the flower with nothing but thorns.^

❞ العالم حولي لقطةٌ كلاسيكيّة تُدار على جهاز عرضٍ عتيق❝

❝ 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.❞ On m’a dit quelque chose comme ça il y a deux ans, et son écho vit—encore en moi..^

“If writing is supposed to heal, why isn’t there a bandage around my soul ?”

..If most of the lives I couldn’t live sit on shelves, waiting for the forgiveness they deserve, why do most of the lives I have lived fall off those edges, each time I forgive what I shouldn’t have ?

Moi...je t'offrirai des perles de pluie venues de pays où il ne pleut pas.^

𝐉𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞 ! Il m’a fallu être plus audacieuse que jamais, pour enfin transformer mon quotidien et permettre à mon cœur d’être plus proche de sa paix..^

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 — I’ll never see again in this lifetime..

𝐀 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝—𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 ..But as long as there’s grief, I will endure it because it means that you were here and that it mattered.^ As long as grief is here, I will endure it. As long as grief is here, we will endure it.

◇ لو كان الحنين هيئةً تُرى لكان سلمًا ممتدا من قلبي إلى مقامك تحت الأرض، الأرض التي تبدو علِّية بالنسبة لي، أصعدها كلما ارتجفت، وأنزل بها كلما فرحت، لأخبركِ أنني لست بخير...وأنني أحتاجك الآن بشدة ! اللهُم طيِّب قبرها كما طيَّبتها في دار الفناء، وألهمني الصبر الجميل، وحسن العزاء.

~ والوعدُ عِند الله عزاء.🤍

..I do not long to return to where I came from, nor do I ache for the place I once had planned. ..I ask for neither the past nor arrival — only the road, and for the road to never end.^

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 ! ..The place that promised itself as home left its name in scars across my skin. ..Now I do not know what home is, only what it is not.