An attest to how filthy I find you, rid it from my soul so that I’ll never be like your promiscuous empty heart
There’s a part of me unsure, lost, a bit of a wild child searching for a home. I still can’t fully make peace with myself yet
"اللى يشوف بلوة غيره تهون عليه بلوته."
"Rid me of this jealousy, rid me of this hate. I’m still not ready, I still cannot see. Pull me out of my mind, infatuate me with your grace."
I just keep layering it, 17 18 19 20 21; the places I go, the further drift from normal I feel. Exposed yet trapped. When will it bring forth realization? Where is the Truth?
Then your life changes like that, I find beauty in unpredictability. Through audacity and constraint. through pain and growth. I’m paralyzed with happiness at the thought of such a free and non complacent life
The complete freedom to travel and experience without having to do someone’s else laundry in the process
"There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people."
