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
It is hard to know sometimes
If all you’ve done is enough,
Enough to give reason to life.
And in those times
It all seems to be
One big ,vain expedition.
So I’ll live between
A sense of distrust
And a feel of toxicity
Until life makes sense
And loving doesn’t feel
Like murder.
– 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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Reflections 