Its beautiful.
The tiny velvet blue petals and white dandelions, the sparrow and its hearth, the pine. The budding grass, lush and young, the marbled columns, long roads and the singing of the rare scarlet bird. Its magic and I have fallen for it many times but there is this dark place inside, where the night reigns and stars peek through sometimes, smoke and carnage, broken bones and tired limbs, grey and raven, overlapping and drowning, spring has not found a home yet. Not yet.
– Saadia
You may have a dark skyFractured by city lights
But I have an orange veil
That reminds me of summer nights.
And a promise that the sky holds
Our dreams and our ambition
Trying to make a sense
Out of one broken world.
So today, I pick up the pieces
And arrange them skyward
And I know that these colors
Will be enough
To form another sunset
Tinged with the warmth
Of a last hug.
– Saadia
Run, kid, run till your lungs ache and your shins split open. Run till you leave the dead earth hanging on the shattered horizon. Run, leave the immaculate fields behind, plains where the grass is too green, run and strip the unnecessary. Run, love, run till your eyes have drowned in an ocean of stinging tears, run till the trees drift away into an illusional distance. Run till the rain has drenched your bones and the snow nestles in your hair. Run till you are carved raw, run till you find the abode of your demons and the abbey of your angels, run , for the sake of your damned life, run. Run till colours drink themselves up in the sky and the night folds into herself.
– Saadia
This frozen lake,
and the sharp pine needles,
still linger like
its day one,
and the past wasn’t supposed,
to hurt ,
if you didn’t let it,
but I’ve always let it,
and tonight I am lying down,
taking a sip,
of broken stars ,
while its on my mind,
Is this all we have,
all we really are?
~ Saadia
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Welcome to loud music and wavy hair, to dances and dresses, to live a little louder, to laugh a little more, to the nodding of the trees and the splashes of rain. Say hello to breezes and cozy sleep, to hard work that is fun, to cringe – worthy movies that make you chortle, to long phone calls and passing notes in class. Welcome to a midsummer mind, where we live and love while summer holds our souls.
~Saadia
She looks like a ray of light, like the sunset, like the sky after rain, like the sea looks when it kisses the sky at the horizon and she radiates warmth like Christmas lights but like fire, she looks fierce.
She smells of lavender brushed with bonfires, like chestnuts and tall maple, like the violets and lilacs , up in the mountains.
She walks with the stance of a ballerina and she sings throwback songs that remind me of childhood. She plays hard and loves hard. Being with her feels like summer and that says a lot.
~Saadia
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Reflections 