godamnit I wanna bang my head on a wall

I found this while digging through my older messages. (almost) 7 years since I got this one-liner. Wonder what they're up to now

حتى روحي في الليل ما لها وجود
تهرب روحي لعالم ما له حدود
تلقى ابتسامتك .. في ضي القمر
تحضن ملامحك.. و تعاند القدر

(Even my soul loses its existence at night
Escapes to a realm with no boundaries
Finds your laughter... in the glow of moon
Hugs every contour of yours.. defying the hands of fate)

quite a large chunk of my soul vanished. I used to enjoy longer conversations, now holding a conversation feels like **** to me.

The part of my soul where I appreciate others still exists, but it's masked by a necrotic dying soul

امي يا ملاكي
يا حبي الباقي إلى الأبد
ولا تزل يداكي
ارجوحتي ولا أزال ولد🕊️🕊️

(Mom O' my angel
O' my everlasting love
your arms are still my swing
and I still am a boy)

I think that's about right

(In my defence, they had all their time to figure out what languages I speak)

One of the conversations that I still remember was a girl who was dealing w the grief of losing a loved one. I remember her feelings were a mix of grief (because duh) and relief since they were pretty sick before they passed away. Now that I think of it, the relief of losing a sick, nevertheless suffering relative makes so much sense, probably much more than the grief.

Also why on earth do I have to go to uni this early

اغدا القاك
يا خوف فؤادي من غدٍ
حال شوقي و احتراقي
في انتظار الموعدِ 🕊️🕊️
(Do I tomorrow meet thou?
O' my heart's fear from tomorrow's
In case of my longing and burning
In await of the date "i.e tomorrow" (not the romantic date, rather the literal date)

YOU CAN ASK THE FLOWERS
I SIT FOR HOURS
TELLING ALL THE BLUEBIRDS
THE BILL AND COO BIRDS🗣️🗣️