*انام كي انساااك ... ولكن ما هو نسياني و في المنام ترقد ذكراك ؟؟








*copied by anonymous

Something Great

Great disappointments are like great expectations, they inspire the written word and the endless analysis of every encounter sending thoughts into a whirlwind of spiralling chaos.

Living in constant highs and lows.

First step to recovery is to admit…

I am an addict to this self-deprecating lifestyle

Here’s to healing

Waiting

Every now and then he comes to occupy my thoughts and dreams like he’s there. Every now and then I relive his tragedy and remind myself of the glorious life he lived to solace the sadness at the end.

I watched how he willed a dying flower, cut from its mother plant, to live. Every morning he would water and replenish it, until even the pink slowly seeped out and turned into a peaceful white. I watched how he slowly became a prisoner in his own body. I watched how his great mind was fighting and quickly failing. I stopped watching and only listened. Now I wait for him in my thoughts and dreams.

Damn I love Arabs and especially Iraqis

There is no place on earth where I feel safe and secure like when Im surrounded by my homeland people. It might be dirty, with poor services and have people who stare unashamedly but I feel home and hugged constantly by love.

The holiday spirit may have blinded my senses slightly..