Israa_Yousfi
She wanted to be as free as a bird with no nest, only to find the sky was vast enough to drown in."
She built a fortress of mirrors to witness her success, only to see her own fragmentation.
He tamed glory beneath his feet, yet failed to tame the terror in her eyes.
Between the chill of London and the warmth of the Aurès, the story resides.
A tale of those who flee "belonging," mistaking it for a "shackle,"
And of peaks that offer no warmth, no matter how bright they shine.
Is stability a surrender... or is constant flight the ultimate defeat?