go ur own way
let the flames consume what remains of me;, i will extinguish quietly as if ihad never been lit

if u find me pleasing
may u be rewarded.
And if ur thoughts are ill, i dont care.
lam but clay, molded with sins, and I am nnot the full moon that u should expect me to be perfect.
Sorrows may wound the soul
causing it to weep, and the soul then seeks another to console it.
yesterday i healed wounded souls, And today my own soul is wounded;, who will heal it?

have u ever found a murdred person who is infatuated with his killer? or a drowning person who loves to drown in his ocean?

Its hard to love someone
i always
love someone unconditionally
so Why?
Why cant i receive the same thing

"I have always longed for a soul like mine"

one that wouldn't leave me alone in the cold of confusion, that would hold my hand when I withdraw from the world, and whisper to me that i am not alone; a heart that sees beauty in my flaws, and strength in my brokenness, and makes its bosom my safe haven whenever life's storms rage around me."

What magic has befallen me that makes me see nothing in the universe but him?

as if all of existence has been distilled into his features, so that my eyes see nothing but his image, and my heart beats only to the sound of his footsteps.
Have i lost my senses, or has my soul finally found its lost home?
i have become like a lost stranger in the orbit of his beauty, searching for myself and finding myself only in him
as if the years that have passed were nothing but a long wait for that moment when his sun shone upon the darkness of my days
and everything vanished
leaving nothing in my universe but "hi718m" .

៸៸ ֹInfatu֪ation is when loׅ᪲v֪e ֹtranscends its boundaries ֹbecoming a state that dwells in ֹthe soul before the heart.
It is a gentle lonْgiِng wearying yet indispensable.
It is an overwhelming yearning that engulfs u until u feel the wo֪rld condensed intoa single ֹf֪ac᪲e.
It is when the memory of the beloved transforms into a different pulse with every thought that crosses ur mi࣪n֪d.
It is a yearning that settles deep within the soul, never leaving its place nor dissipating.
It is cherishing the moment u share more than a thousand separate days.
It is the surprise of eyes sparkling with light, guiding ur vision.
It is the trembling of a heart bearing the same name
ヾa feeling that follows it;

"لَوْ غَابَ الْمَ֪عْـ718ـشُ֪وقُ، غَا֪بَ مَعَهُ جُزْءٌ مِنَ الْ֪عَالَ֪مِ."

perhaps the next stop is the refuge
where fatigue bows in respect to my patience
and masks and worries fall at the threshold of tranquility
there, i'll breathe with a depth i have never known
and realize that the road, despite its roughness, was worth it"

Ultimately.. i don't aspire to much
just a space of silence undisturbed by worry
a warm corner that makes me feel at home
and that the soul that fought its battles in silence has finally earned its right to rest "

U're my sun
if u were to move away from my sight by what ray would i be guided?

once u find out there’s an ocean inside u & its tides move whenever u say so do u think u’ll ever care bout some fake mirage in the middle of nowhere when u start seein all the answers in ur own silence & find a vibe in bein alone that’s way better than any noise would it even matter if a voice goes silent when it was never meant to stay anyway

once u find out there’s a whole ocean inside u & its tides move whenever u say so & its salt is just ur old tears turned into somethin powerful & its waves r ur old screams that learned howta b music do u think u’ll ever care bout some fake mirage in the middle of nowhere again would u really beg a passing cloud for a drop of water when ur carryin the entire ocean in ur chest hidin pearls that ppl on far away shores only get if they dive deep into themselves first when u start hearin all the answers in ur own silence & realize all that noise around u was just u bein scared of the truth u’ll find a kind of peace in bein alone that’s way better than any fake party u’ll get that bein solo ain't bout ppl missin it's bout u finally showin up for urself & when everythin becomes clear & ur sure of who u r would it even matter if someone who was never meant to stay just leaves would it hurt ta lose someone who was just a metaphor when ur the only real thing in ur universe when u finally settle into ur own skin & fix ur own soul without waitin for strangers ta help u’ll learn that real strength ain't bout holdin on but knowin howta let go without feelin bad why would u need someone else ta hold a flashlight for u when ur own mind is on fire with light & why look for props from ppl when ur the one who wrote ur own story with ur own blood & sweat & patience bein enough for urself is a crown only the ppl who stopped chasin illusions can see it’s bout walkin around like a hidden king not carin if ppl hype u up or ignore u coz honestly u found the treasure that never runs out & the home u can’t b kicked outta & the only friend who never bails u finally found urself & in that moment u found everythin else too

u dont know how bad i wanna just end it all sometimes, like fr just leave everything behind. if it wasnt for what god said bout it bein haram, i woulda been gone a long time ago. so if u ever see me out here smilin or lookin like im good, dont get it twisted. inside im literally fallin apart, just broken and in straight up pain every single day.

every night i stand on the edge of wishing it all away, looking into that emptiness that tempts me to leave, as if there is a peace in nothingness that i cannot find in life. that dark thought keeps returning, my heart keeps urging me to end this pain and close the curtain on a play i never chose to act in. i desperately want to release the weight of this body, to escape this chaos for an eternal silence with no pain or waiting.but whenever i get close to the edge of that decision, my faith hits me and god's words stop me like a guardian in my chest. i remember that my soul is not mine, and that the creator who entrusted it to me forbade me from taking it back myself. this divine restriction is the only thread tying me to life, the restraint stopping me from rushing into death's arms. if not for the fear of god and the verses about patience and warning in my memory, my name would be a passing memory on a headstone today.oh, the sorrow for those looking at me, fooled by my calm features and fleeting laughter. they see a normal person, maybe they think i am happy or satisfied, not knowing that this outward beauty is just a thin shell hiding a pile of wreckage. in truth, i am as miserable as a stranger on a freezing night, broken like glass that words cannot mend, hurting in silence until pain became part of my being and sadness became the air i breathe.i am living a hidden battle no one sees, smiling at people while a scream inside me could tear down walls. my composure before you is the height of my struggle, and my patience with myself is the ultimate torture. so excuse my silence and be not deceived by my peace, for behind this happy face lives a person fighting death every day out of love and fear of god.