As for the things that hit you instantly that you aren’t prepared for. Abdul-Matin, I love and miss you so much. It’s times like these I look at the front door and await your arrival only to realize you won’t walk through it again this lifetime, but I’m sure our last hug, in fact…wasn’t our last.
In loving memory.
I am not the physical beauty, the painful past, nor the unknown of my future…
But the light God has shown on the palms of my hands each time I pray.
I am light.
You’re like the richness of Sundays, some days I can’t live without you…
It isn’t until there is an absence of such things, that you feel ‘they’ are necessary for your existance.
Fondness in it’s purest form.
…everything beautiful and genuine is just a reflection of you…
I just want you to know, although I know we’ll never be together again…I have never loved anyone in my life the way I love/loved you. Allah bless you.
There is no better place to find me, just as I am, than here.
In this moment
Darker than ever
My sorrows wander
And I’m here
Sitting merely present of fallen hope
To feel one second of relief
I won’t hold my breath
He always tends to show as soon as I have given up
An ocean of opportunity awaits
If only I could swim
Unlock my knees and stand
The eve wouldn’t last so long
and these minutes wouldn’t feel over-saturated with disappointment
Where the green grass grows
So does creativity
Art is everywhere