somehow

لا يسرةً في السير بعيداً عن كل ذاك الذي ما عدنا نحتمل أن نخفيه بعيداً في ثنايانا الأقل احتراقاً.

نسير مبتعدين فيتبعنا الألم.

–then I suffocate in my misplaced, misunderstood anger. 

It's the end of an era and i should be happy yet I find myself wondering how should i feel now it's over. 

and i tolerated her, because i thought she was kind, and she never gave back the hurt she held inside.. but now she is filled with rage and kind words don't calm her fires.

I can't say 'im not fine' after all how could i expect you to set aside your darkness to sit by me in my own. 

And she may have spoken of a better future, better days to come. While I sat and wondered if the rot in my words matched the rot in my heart. 

"Things will get better" I told her, words rotting on the tip of my tongue. 

كيف للإنسان الهروب من جلده. 

مبارك الشهر، اخيرا بدأ اكثر شهر فيه سلام نفسي. لا تنسو فلسطين من دعائكم رجاء. ❤️