Written

"The pens have been lifted and the ink has dried." Prophet Muhammad [At-Tirmithi]

Every time im struck with the pain of breaking out of the deluding strums of this world. I read what I wrote the last time I was there. Its like writing all those times in my life I had unknowingly defined the pattern for my destiny. Those writings/tales not just contain inside them experiences from my past but surprisingly my future too. For every new happening it feels I dont need to tell a new story. The old stories suffice fairly. It is as if I have lived all there is to life in those first few iterations of the cycle of my life. Yet for every new delusion I feel as happily imbecilic as before and for every new closure to it I feel even more deteriorated.

"And Allah wants to lighten for you [your difficulties]; and mankind was created weak." ~Quran (4:28)

Blessed?!

"I'm worse at what I do best,
And for this gift I feel blessed"

From the song "Smells like teen spirit" by Nirvana

Closured Distance

Sometimes you experience these closures with people in finitudes that distance can never be imagined and it comes as a perpetual bombshell.

Good Riddance?!

"The best way to get rid of them is to remind yourself of who you are!"

What if you cant remember yourself anymore? What if their reality is more solidated than yours?