“Like a forgotten old photograph, this dream will stay pressed, between the pages of a book you don’t feel like reading anymore.”

“Like a forgotten old photograph, this dream will stay pressed, between the pages of a book you don’t feel like reading anymore.”

“What about those Promises of yours to never leave me? she asked, stammering too much this time. His cruel smirk was as gut-wrenching as his words— Promises are meant to be broken, sweetheart.”

“From all my dreams where you felt everlastingto all my clothes your words used to wear,to the old end, to the new beginning,you have lost me everywhere.”

“My eyes always keep searching,for something inexpressible,above the far away sky.I long to get lost,inside the evening-twilight.Silence always tickles me —in a strange way;I meet “me”in the time between sunset and darkness.”

“To show you all my scars, is not to tell you that this Dunya would always leave you wounded, and bruised, and on knees, but to show you that see, healing is always possible. Healing is easy. Healing is beautiful.”

“I threw myself so far in your depth that it took me a month to come out and notice I was actually sitting in my room. Nowhere else. Not with you.”

“How could she be someone’s mistake?”

“The way your curious eyes were chasing mine when I stood in front of you, I knew I had known these eyes before.”

“Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?”

“Do you ever wonder, do you, why I loved you for such a long time, and still didn’t really know you?”

“In that silence, I dream to be.”