he stood there

waiting.

a flickering of a light, drapes parting, a smile, a wave, and worlds unravel.
her reservations cease to matter.
it's dark tonight but hearts give and take,
give and take.

Warm spaces

have disappeared because I'm trying to break away.
everything else is an attempt at something new, awkward, and cold.

The dark-haired man

seizes the stars, smiles and shines. He's mine.

your story

is a mess of words on any given day.
but tonight,
it's your words lying on top of my shattered ideals.
how can i write you like this?
i wanted you to be my hero...
i guess i'll settle for a protagonist.
that would make me a better writer, right?

I see them

in my mind's eye.

سنلتقي

على موج البحر

breakdown of time

 moments on hold

Mail

I love snail mail! Letters, notes, and especially postcards.
And that feeling when I open up a package and find a book inside!
It doesn't take much to make me smile ;-)

strength or insanity

It's all about perspective, I guess.

excerpt

"She can't speak. She simply can't. Why? Because of the anger. But other times, most times, it's because of feeling her soul break and lose grip on the last threads of hope."