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Yesterday, I went on a journey to a distant land.
I dreamed of flowers and fire.
I dreamed of fresh air, and a bit of sand.

Back then, it seemed like a bit of a stretch.
I didn’t know that in life, sometimes you have to sit on the bench.

But I knew that one day it would come true
For I know a secret that only I can bear.

A secret that revealed itself to me
On a cold summer night under the shiny stars by the sea.

I will tell you my secret if you promise it’ll be yours to keep.
A secret that, on most nights, has helped me sleep:

“Someone, somewhere out there can see.
Someone, somewhere said a prayer for you and me.”

Today, I am seeking a higher power.
Something strong. Something sincere. Something that keeps me in the hour.

To my surprise, I am lost. I am empty. I am sad. I am at most times simply confused.
What used to be a vivid idea in my head is now being questioned, challenged,
Modified, and misconstrued.

I am searching for something that I believe is already within me,
Even when I don’t know where to look.
If you have to ask, you’ll never know.
There are certain things you don’t find as they are not exactly “by the book”.

But let me tell you one thing that I know for sure.

Someone, somewhere out there can see.
Someone, somewhere said a prayer for you and me.

Tomorrow, I will be on my way again.
Off to a new spiral going either up or down.
Off to a new state of nothingness.
Off to a place filled with void and has no Zen.

And although I know I will start wondering “how or when?”
I will do my best to always remember..

Someone, somewhere out there can see.
Someone, somewhere said a prayer for you and me.
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
  2d Farida Salem
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
he is not worth it
you shine without all the distactions
read it again.

written on June 30, 2020
Your love was the home
I yearned to have
But it turned out to be the prison
Now I want to escape.
When love is your prison
I haven't been kissed in the rain
No one will look after my garden
Sophia hasn't had her first day of school
I never finished that book
I have laundry to fold
I didn't tell my mom I love her today
Tomorrow might be better

Tomorrow will be better.
I feel nothing.

Sometimes I feel a small ache on the side of my chest, sometimes.
Small enough to know I’ll survive,
Painful enough to know you’re still here..

In my heart, where you always have been and where you’re always meant to be.
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