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When skies are grey, when the sun disappears, when your eyes shine, when you look at me, that’s when I know you mean something to me.

I’ve been waiting for inspiration for so long and here you are in front of me, you have that walk that I admire, that look I adore and that confidence I wish I had. You create a happier world for me, just seeing you makes me fly where no one can catch me. You seem so deep sometimes that you intimidate even me. I can’t help it because every time my eyes meet yours, it feels like we are escaping this world.

You have the power to change my mood and make my heart melt simply through being you. I try to recite everything I love about you but words can’t seem to be enough to talk about you, you are beyond perfect to me; an amazing sculpture, a work of art and a happy rhythm to a song.

You have become an addiction, feeding my soul everything that it has been missing, all without a word spoken. I’m not expecting that fairy tale ending where we fall in love deeply and we live happily ever after. I prefer the games we keep playing: eye contact, body language…

I promised myself to only write a few lines but my fingers kept typing; translating every heartbeat I have and every drop of blood running through my veins.

 

Written by Ons Zoghbi

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« what are you so afraid of losing when nothing in this world belongs to you. »

I think of this quote way often, way more than i should.
Every time the sunset is too beautiful, the trees cast the shadows on the streets, and i catch myself missing old versions of me, of how everything used to be .. every time a train passes by and i just stand there, standing still in a world that’s constantly moving forward.

Every time i raise my eyes to the vast deep blue sky and the stars are flickering with light, a passionate light, showering the world with their magic. Every time the moon is following me down a long heavy road from home to home — a feeling I’ll never get used to. Every time i catch a bird doing its little dance in the misty rain and it all feels a bit too good to be true .. every time a familiar face passes next to me on a road busy with people, with life.

Every time i feel safe, scared, hopeful .. every time i feel, i am reminded of how « nothing in this world belongs to me, and i belong to everything. » Of how i have nothing to lose yet everything to experience .. what a wonderful gift it is that none of this grief i carry between the palms of my hands belongs to me, none of this beauty around me belongs to me. I get to live through it all. I get to experience it all.

Written by: Hadil Khalili

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