We're walking by the lake
Hand in hand
Freezing to death
Cuddled up on the bench
Looking into each others eyes
Saing that we're in love
With tears in our eyes
We kissed while the weight dropped from our shoulders
I thought I may be dreaming
But your lips brought me down to earth
Was love always this easy?
Or are we just meant to be?
Yes,I think that's it
We've come a long way to be here
And I'm thankful that we finally did
I'm not going anywhere
Give us few more years
And I won't be strolling down the lake
But down the aisle with bouquet in my hands

Eyes open eyes shut

Light flutters in like mist then fades like a silent wind.

Sunlight moonlight sunrise sunsets

Shades of light and darkness that emanate life.

Chaos and peace coexist within each transition.

Such is life and such is happiness…

Poetry is the weeping eye
it is the weeping shoulder
the weeping eye of the shoulder
it is the weeping hand
the weeping eye of the hand
it is the weeping soul
the weeping eye of the heel.
Oh, you friends,
poetry is not a tear
it is the weeping itself
the weeping of an uninvented eye
the tear of the eye
of the one who must be beautiful
of the one who must be happy.

by Nichita Stanescu, translated by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru

I'm spending time thinking about my auntie Lisa again
Man, I swear, the fact she died still hasn't touched my brain
Sometimes she's the only person I feel that I could relate to
The other half of my brain is telling me she would hate you
Cause I haven't really always done the right thing
And now when I speak to certain family, it's just fighting
I remember she bought me a bike and brought me cycling
And I found it so strange that she would do me such a nice thing

But that's what family's for
And I had rarely felt that feeling
But if it wasnt for my auntie Val I probably wouldn't be eating
If it wasnt for my uncle Tom I'd probably be on the streets and
If I didn't have that family then I probably wouldn't be breathing

Blaming myself that I am not happy makes no sense, everyone has already decided upstairs, in the air my fate hang. I look like leaves that swirl in the wind.

i had given all the reassurances in the world, and yet the doubts under your tears are there to destroy me

I resonate
Smiling down from my room
Expectations kills reality
Just as reality kills fantasies

Are they my friends ?

I see the enemy in front of me
He is fearful and he is mocking me

Whispers and looks
Dishonest insects trying to be the center of attention in the room

I am aware of them
Their masks and uniforms
Their scent and their many forms

It is easy to be seduced
But not anymore
I will not be used

There are still many shapes for me to become
Wisdom is the opposite of freedom

I see the enemy in front of me
He is laughing and he is looking at me

I want to end this but he is not letting me

I see the enemy in front of me
Suddenly everything is clearer
I am looking at myself in the mirror

I can't feel anything

But i resonate

Words Of Harfouchism