this is a book. it holds teardrops and deeply profound pain. it holds memories and time machines. there is a story within these poems. you are the hand that holds the lighter.
"I told everyone I got over you. too bad I lied..."
This story isnt for you.
واجهني اذا لك عين.
"يعني حلال فيني عذابك؟
عادي طول الليل طاريك بكلامي؟
كلهم يسألوني من تقصد، تصدق حتى انت تسألني معاهم؟"
- علي نجم