Йофка Локтд

In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remember ing them is the same: nhớ. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Con nhớ mẹ không? I flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?

‏They muddy the water to make it seem deep

Unfortunately for them, my skin gained immunity against scratches inside and out on its own and because of itself, because of my demons that scratched the smallest part of me and the largest part.
          I saw what was worse
          
          And I heard what’s worse
          
          And I lived what was worse.

الحمد لله 4.8.2023

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“Roses may bloom in the blood of our wound.”

‏"شِفتَان مُكتَنِزتان تَنضحان رَغبة، عُنقٌ مُرفهٌ ثَابت، جسدٌ مَمشوق وكأنهُ وِجد لإِيقاعِ قديسٍ فيّ الهلاك."

“I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss.”

If I say, I am sin, and filled with decadence,
          why do you still expect a saint?

‏لا يتذكر أنه أكمل شيئًا للنهاية، المقالات التي حاول كتابتها، وبضع روايات ماتت في المسوّدات، وديوان القصائد الكسيحة، ورحلات الهجرة الغبية، ومشاعر الحب التي انتهت مستقرّة في قمامة الذكريات، وعمره أيضاً؛ لم يكمله للنهاية.