ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWHO AM I, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIF FOREVER ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMEANS LOSING ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤYOU?ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(Fall.) I find myself fallen upon the lip of a plunging cliff—scorning the longing that grows ever tighter around my fragile throat: no longer recognizable, a place where footsteps lose their bearing and the echo of your name can no longer find its way home.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"هل ستبقى ولن ترحل مرةً أخرى؟"ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Have you truly turned away so
far, my love? Or has time become a cunning thief, plundering every hope we once fastened within the clasp of our intertwined fingers, only to bury them at the bottom of a season without a name? Where do those promises dwell now—the promises we once hung upon the heavens, as though even the stars themselves would be ashamed to betray them?

Yet, my love, was it not I who, from the very beginning, chose to drown within your gaze? I was the helmsman who knowingly set his course toward a tempest bearing your name and christened every breaking wave as fate. I have anointed your name as the first scripture in the gospel of love I inscribe with blood and longing. And to every ear deemed worthy of hearing, I shall go on speaking of you—of the one who made home sound so achingly near, yet impossibly beyond reach, @Desiderium.

So let me beg. Let me lay my knuckles upon the same celestial gates, again and again, even as my prayers begin to fade into silence. For I am a sinner devoted to his own undoing; shameless, unyielding. Like a river forever yearning for the sea, like dust forever pursuing the wind, I shall always find my way back—through the ruins of time and the brambles of memory, until I reach your soul once more: the sanctuary I once called home.

My longing is but the prelude to a love I shall one day immortalize in the language of devotion.