Why does every tear begin with you and why does every sorrow end with you? Why does your face emerge in my head when somebody mentions death and why do I look at the sky searching for you when somebody talks about the will to live? Continue reading “In the memory of two angels”
Be my friend, hold my hand and take me away, where the light dances between our fingers, where the sky is a mix of all the colors except for gray. Continue reading “for you”
I have been surprised lately to hear stories about friends I recently met; Beautiful people being bullied, handsome souls labeled as ugly, talented artists lacking self-confidence. I stood there stupefied, how come people Continue reading “Redefining Beauty”
Let’s go on a road trip in the middle of the night and listen to loud music while the wind plays in our hair. We will pack our favorite books and pretend that we are eternal, immortal. We’ll let the wind guide our way and hope that light exposes the truth, we’ll hold the memories in our heart and cherish the ephemeral youth. Continue reading “10PM thoughts”
Our Art History Professor mentioned once the following sentence: ” The cat sat on the mat”. We were then trying so hard to analyze a painting that does not need much effort to be analyzed. Continue reading “Why Complicate Life?”
على صوت رعد الحياة, تتساقط دموع الحزن على صفحات جافّة من عطر الحبر و الفكر. تكرج هذه الدموع على مدرّجات الوقت فتنحني لها الأحاسيس و تسلّم نفسها للقدر. Continue reading “على صوت رعد الحياة”
What is fear?
One word: overthinking.
-I’m afraid of heights.
-No, you can never be afraid of heights, you’re just scared that you might fall and die.