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A Card And A comment

My short writings on each card

How beautiful this morning is! I woke up to the voice that reached me after six years, then she left after a few minutes, as if she was making sure that she came only to exchange sadness with a smile

I’m not here, and she’s not here either, but we’re still all day long: busy with me and I with her ❤

I will die one day from a severe memory hemorrhage.

Unfortunately, I’m not good at dying in my sleep

Oh death, Do not fill your cup with our lives and sip them slowly Do not be cruel as your name is, Oh death, Drink what remains of me quickly, And leave me free in white eternity

Whenever I need to cry, I find my heart crying, my lungs crying, my ribs crying, my arteries crying, my whole inside crying except my eyes that rejected me, my tears are completely dry. Very boring

Despite your deadly distance from me and your deadly silence without mercy, I am still loyal to you alone. I still love you and I will never love anyone but you.

Despite the vastness of the void around us, I found myself meeting her in a strait of two fires, longing and eagerness. I approached, and my gaze into her eyes raced me as if she was measuring the distance between us. I stared unconsciously as if madness was luring me into another madness. She said shyly: I always thought you were a bit shy. I said: I am indeed, and she continued, You know: I have heard a lot about those who fall victim to a glance, so I came today to announce my killing by those two bullets, and I pointed to her eyes.

My glass heart is shattering now How much I need you, how much I miss you, how much, how much And when will you know that you are the life of my soul

How I wish I was as skilled as a fisherman who knows very well how to size up the sea, because he is the only one who sees it as small. How can I see us wearing anything else? If only you knew how much I miss my scent. I miss the wind blowing it over my body.

أشتاقك حد الاحتراق

ot as they say, you dance in the entrance of my artery, but you dance in all my arteries, and How can I not love you when you have become a pulse spreading in the temporary death in my memory?, O woman who makes the night from her eyes, when you look at the sky, the face of the day burns and turns to ashes.

I wish you would not deprive the sky of your beautiful eyes, for you might make the clouds lose their appetite for rain

I have a lover who refuses to let me shake hands with a hand that does not belong to her, and if I do, her love slaps me and says, “You see!”

She has a diamond that reflects the color of her eyes, for God has focused beauty in them. Looking at her is more delicious than looking at a butterfly kissing a rose covered in a crazy blush, while a lover watches them, dreaming of giving that rose to his distant beloved. Therefore, she has a smile that sums up the roar of the houris in heaven.

Be gentle with the sky, my lady, for its clouds are still lulling you, searching for you. Make the rains smile once again. Damn its absence, which blinds the eyes of time as it loses its way, making things lose their value, even itself.

In her absence, I lose my appetite for things and I become sick with sadness. Nothing helps me, not memories, not words, not even metaphors. In her absence, time stutters in the hands of the clock and time gets lost in search of her direction. In her absence, everything dies and only her presence remains to help everyone and to help me.

Silence is eloquent in expressing the amount of pain that will befall you then

I don’t want anything but myself, I want to gather the fragments of my scattered body in the scent of your details, leave me free or captive, not free captive

Sometimes, in order not to lose those who have the ability to heal us, we stop telling them that we are afflicted with them, and we become experts at hiding the symptoms of our chronic emotional illnesses with them, even if we will die a slow death.

Why does she steal my sleep before my eyes? The coma of time makes me dizzy, taking me to timelessness towards nowhere. Either I know that there is someone waiting for me, I will come to you even if after a while. Or I know that if I had not met that woman who travels through time in my waking dream, she would not have searched for me.

Who am I to direct the wind as I wish, to make it run from nothingness to nothingness, it is the wind without form, I may embroider from my words a body to wear then send it as a gentle breeze to a beloved who steals the pulse from a memory filled with it, it is the wind, the messenger of dreamers, whoever possesses it is as if he possesses distances.

You are you from now on, no shadow will share your details, no moon will follow you alone in the dark of night

My beloved, before twilight wakes up from its sleep, she holds an empty cloud, counts the stars in the waist of the sky, then gathers them in her belly except for one, hangs it from the ceiling of my room, then sleeps.

Tonight, no seagull will land, the metaphor may follow its footprints

Cover your wounds with masks, decorate your face with joy, increase the thickness however you like, for nothing can cover sadness, it is a parasitic creature of smoke, feeding on the soul, filling you and taking your body as exits.

Without you, I’m lost in the whiteness like that dot

The idea not only does not sleep, but it wakes up its bearer throughout the night

Because death is an idea, it does not die. Death is the echo of sadness.

I hate to always tell her I’m fine while I’m burning My heart is tormenting me And I’m dying every day on the threshold of confession I just can’t I love you, my lady

How do I tame those armies in my pulse? The war is not over yet. One day, I will pray in the sanctuary of your heart.

I don’t know how I wither and wither in a drop of dew Flowing between the ribs of the heart and the madness of love ❤

I was born in the cradle, wounded in memory I was born a martyr, with a blatant accusation I was born with a destiny that was destined for me To kill without a watchful eye And they ask me?!? Why does sadness squeeze drop by drop In my life, and in my fleeting remains

Where ever U go, U will be so close to me ❤

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