sufi

Two

Choosing the world as much as choosing it not. Always grappled with the in-between. Not quite there, in one fully or the other. Migrating like a bird, or swinging like a mad pendulum from one to the other. A neurosis of some sort, yearning for intensity in both. I want to feel it deeply, madly.Continue reading “Two”

Him

Morning. Hot tears singe. How many times have I been told to stop crying? It’s not good for the soul, they’d hiss. Fools. Now I want to drown them in these tears. Blazing lava, abundant. Nevermind. I’m lost in your love yet I find neither you nor me. I wonder – the shape of yourContinue reading “Him”