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Adfectus: Part IV
Seven lines of verse on each of gratitude, saudade, envy, and despise. Part IV of IV.
May – Might
The empty half of the glass is the real one – a poem.
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Centipede I of V.
Adfectus: Part III
Seven lines of verse on each of exhaustion, surprise, loneliness, and connectedness. Part III of IV.
Adfectus: Part II
Seven lines of verse on each of bewilderment (confusion), worry, anticipation, and ennui (boredom). Part II of IV.
Adfectus: Part I
Seven lines of verse on Joy, Sorrow, Anger, and Fear.
Part I of IV.
آه
قضيت وقتي كله أتساءل إن كان بإمكان المرء أن يسير خلال الحياة وحيدًا بلا أهل ولا رفقاء؛ تساءلتُ فقط كي أواسي ذاتي وأشعرها بأنّنا بخير، وبأنّ هجرَنا جميعَ من أحبَبْنا قبل أن يهجرونا كان وسيظل أكثرَ قراراتِنا حِكمة… ورمَت الحياة الإجابة في وجهي فور ملاحظتها أنني جزءٌ منها، مخبرةً إياي أنّ الشوائب لا مكان لها، …
Cracking up
If I could learn one single thing, It would be To only exist. Not stone cold, or stone strong, But unbothered by impermanence. Unbothere by whether or not I’m worth being loved. Unbothered, whether I’m worth nothing, Or worth this whole entire world. Is it not the hardest of skills; To only exist? To wait …
Robbed
Of joy, of kindness, and laughter. Of meaning and of hope. Of my voice, and of my shape. A floating cloud fleetingly drowns the earth. I run and yell but I’m a shadow A tiny dot rolling down the meadow. Seeing things from above makes a huge difference. But Noah doesn’t know my name; I’ve …
SingulariT 