أوْجِس

I go to the extreme and come back empty-handed with nostalgia for a feeling that will never come back

You just have to move on and make yourself flexible for that
            
            And I think the problem lies in that

Laughing and having fun for a while? And ten atonements for that.

وقد مانتغير بقلبي إلك دايما مكان 

It seems every dream I reach for dissolves in my hands, vanishing before I can claim it. Nothing has ever belonged to me only endless substitutes that fail to stir my heart.

Do not reach for me, and believe me distance is the only safety I can give, for even my nearness wounds.

I could never make sense of myself, and still you turn to me asking for light from a soul that has only ever been darkness to itself.

عطني وعد انك تمر تلقاني اصبرلك عمر .. ):

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Lockiam ..

Search for me in the corners of your suspicion.
            I am not the crime, 
            but the echo of it, shaped like you. 
            Hate me 
            because I whisper what your law refuses to name. 
            And when you fall into me, don’t ask who the victim is. 
            I am the truth wearing your voice, and you are the chain I choose to break, again and again, with trembling hands.
            Shall we begin? Let us become a story too blurred to define, not quite a killer, not quite a savior. Like a doctor haunted by his patient, or a detective addicted to his prey.
            We are not answers. 
            We are the silence before the question, and the aftermath no one dares to speak of.

To immortalize this song with this date

٢٤ اغسطس.٢٥

عَ انهن يحكوا قصتنّا وهني ينقشوا كعك 

I’m tired of saying
             ‘another life.’
             The phrase has started to annoy me. I think
             I no longer wish for another life; let’s just live the moment, 
            without any regrets