“I Mean, We’re All Trying To Find Out Who The Hell We Are, Aren’t We?”

they laugh, if u dont know enough

they kill, if u know too much

Wish you were here..(II).

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7/30/2022

how come i hate myself, yet i love u for being so much like me?

nobody fights fire with fire

some use oil, others water

fatima aamer bilal from, the heart beats for two.

[text id: you’re poetry in motion.]

one’s bloom is another’s doom

““Sometimes you have to forget who you are to learn who you want to be.” - AJ Saleh, “Nujoom””

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Everybody I ever loved, I still love a little.

Marilyn Monroe to Hedda Hopper, 1961 (via thoughtkick)

even the color of the sky influences the mood -

lisa told me that its not possible to live in a world with no influence at all -

i knew she was right the second she finished her sentence

the mood took me to this conflict of mine & today i know i shouldnt be surprised about peoples power - people talk & influence other people that will also influence other people etc etc etc

why did this confuse me back then?

when even the sound of the wind makes us feel things?

why did it confuse me when even the sound of the rain is heard?

it confused me although the white skies could change my whole mood-

today i know how i act in this world influences others

i say things and they get repeated

i have silent admirers because admirers are always silent

just like i am when i admire someone

the question that remains is whether it is lack of courage, shyness, jealousy or pride that makes us stay silent

lack of courage often is rewritten as pride - just to make it easier for the ego to understand

rainy autumn day, hot chocolate & a philosophic book while sitting in a cafe