Sometimes I feel numb. It's not me moving my fingers and it's not me talking. Sometimes words get out of my mouth without knowing that. Sometimes I feel like I am watching myself reading a book or writing, from the corner of the room. How did I get from that body? I don't know. I am wondering what she is doing and why she is still alive. And as usual I go inside that body again to find a hollow. It's like there's a hole inside her. If you shout inside her, you'll hear your echo. She doesn't feel anything. She is so lonely. Thoughts rushes inside of her brain and make her feel like a roller-coaster.
When you ask her how she is, she'll answer "I'm doing great." But she is lying. She is not fine. She just can't put what she feels in words and sentences. So she will just sit on her bed, and stare at the wall till she sleep.
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When you ask her how she is, she'll answer "I'm doing great." But she is lying. She is not fine. She just can't put what she feels in words and sentences. So she will just sit on her bed, and stare at the wall till she sleep.
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"وأخذتُ أسأل كل شيء حولنا
ونظرتُ للصمتِ الحزينِ.. لعلَّني أجدُ الجوابْ
أتُرى يعودُ الطَّير من بعد اغترابْ؟"
ونظرتُ للصمتِ الحزينِ.. لعلَّني أجدُ الجوابْ
أتُرى يعودُ الطَّير من بعد اغترابْ؟"
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"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again."
Sylvia Plath, Bell Jar
Sylvia Plath, Bell Jar
Forwarded from let's vibe together (Jehad)
And what a miserable poem I'm trapped in
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Forwarded from ∘ (سجى)
"I don't think "cool" is the first word most people would associate with me."
What would that be then?"
"I don't know.
annoying.
obnoxious.
argumentative definetly. self-righteous is probably one.
Uh, arrogant. frigid..
What would that be then?"
"I don't know.
annoying.
obnoxious.
argumentative definetly. self-righteous is probably one.
Uh, arrogant. frigid..
Forwarded from The lovely backyard
(واستَغفِر لِذَنبِكَ ولِلمُؤْمِنِينَ وَالْمُؤْمِنَات)
Forwarded from 𝑹𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐮)
I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art
—Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947 - 1955
—Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947 - 1955
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Forwarded from مَٰا وَرَاءَ السُّبُـلْ 🏔️
وليس الوصلُ في اللقيا ولكن..
ودادٌ في القلوبِ بلا جفاءُ..
فكم من حاضرٍ قد غابَ عنَا..
وكم من غائبٍ زاهي اللقاءُ..
ودادٌ في القلوبِ بلا جفاءُ..
فكم من حاضرٍ قد غابَ عنَا..
وكم من غائبٍ زاهي اللقاءُ..
Forwarded from The Holy
أفقدتنا الرَّفاهيّة صلابتنا النَّفسيّة، فأصبح الإنسان الحديث يجلس في شقّته المُكيَّفة بينما يأكل طعامه المطبوخ علىٰ يد عامل مُتخصّص، ويشكو من كون الحياة صعبة ويُخطّط للانتحار.
بينما سلفه القريب كان يجلس تحت شجرة في قلب الصَّحراء، بعدما مَشىٰ عشرات الأميال خلف فريسة لم يستطع اصطيادها، ثُمَّ يكتُب شِعرًا عن جمال ظِلّ الشَّجرة.
هشاشتنا النَّفسيَّة مِن صُنع أيدينا.
بينما سلفه القريب كان يجلس تحت شجرة في قلب الصَّحراء، بعدما مَشىٰ عشرات الأميال خلف فريسة لم يستطع اصطيادها، ثُمَّ يكتُب شِعرًا عن جمال ظِلّ الشَّجرة.
هشاشتنا النَّفسيَّة مِن صُنع أيدينا.