How many minutes I have wasted on words that should’ve never been said, and how many years I’ve lost on words that should’ve been said earlier. How many tears I have cried on people who never loved me, and how many tears are going to be shed on people I’ll always love. Continue reading “quick thought”
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.