My heart lies in nostalgia
My heart lies in an ancient land
The ruins were not so ruined
Had the love been loved?
Had the cold been told
That there's a flame awaiting after falling back?
Stuck in the future and in my aspirations
It began to feel like growing up is equivalent to falling from grace.
And every winter the ledge decided to grow taller
And here I am seeming smaller to the abyss
With every winter the transparent pain wrapped itself around me tighter for a status.
My pen is running dry as I'm writing myself this
I kept murmuring to myself.
But I shall return to this sentimental self of mine with a whole lot of ink
For I am afraid I will get stuck again
In my future and in my aspirations
I yearn for another beam of light
In the ruins of my emotions
In the glory of my love
text // saeed rashed
art // nihal abdilattif