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داخل كل شخص مجرة من الأفكار والتجارب والذكريات، محيطات من المشاعر والرغبات، وأقمار تدور حول أحلامه.

What's the first word that comes to your mind when you think of your loved ones?

كأنما خُلق لأهواه،

وكم هو شهدٌ يسري في عروقي، لكنه يترك ندوبه

أدرك ذلك، أترقبك، وأسقط في الهاوية مجددًا

لكن ما نفع الهاوية؟

يقال إن الجحيم دوما يشير للأسفل،

غير أنني، بطريقة ما، أجعل منه جنة،ربما هو حبي؟

روحي، هذه الكتلة المتوهجة بالمشاعر،

لا تخسر جدالًا مع النيران، بل تتحد معها،

وتبقى لتدفئ قلبك

لكن، أليست السماء أسمى لحضنك؟

كيف لي أن أغرق عزيزي بنيران، حتى وإن أشعلها؟

وكيف أخف، أطفو، لاسكن تلك السماء مجددا

معك؟

im better off alone

it’s me vs. my mind everyday.

Everyone in your life will have a last day with you, and you don't even know when it'll be.

Free yourself from whatever is holding you back from being what you want & need.

Needed

if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.

Of all the things that remind me of love, cats are at the top of the list. Their eyes hold something different, something enchanting, like a silent understanding of the world around them. They love in their own way—warm, selfish, and a little bratty, like a child who thinks you belong to them. Sometimes, they act like your baby, sometimes like your boss. Every single one of them has a personality that makes me want to meet them all, build a whole cat family, and just exist among them.

Orange cats are pure chaos, but somehow the softest souls. White cats carry themselves like royalty, too elegant to bother with the rest of the world. Gray cats act all calm and collected, but they’re little troublemakers once you know them. Black cats hold a quiet kind of love, the kind that feels steady and safe. And tuxedo cats walk around like they own the place, like they just left a fancy dinner party and decided to grace us with their presence.

Every cat feels like a reflection of someone, a reminder of a certain kind of soul. And the best thing about them? When one chooses you, they’re yours forever. They love in a way that’s awkward yet endearing, poking at you when you’re sad, pulling away just to come right back. And the way they get jealous when you pet another cat? Nothing beats that.

There’s nothing quite like having a cat in your life, feeding them, talking to them, sharing a space where words aren’t needed. In a way, they remind me of my inner child—curious, stubborn, and full of love in ways that don’t always make sense. Maybe every cat carries a little piece of someone, a little piece of us. But all I know is, I love them, and I’ll never get tired of saying it.