Doha

“It’s the beating of my heart.
The way I lie awake, playing with shadows slowly climbing up my wall. The gentle moonlight slipping through my window and the sound of a lonely car somewhere far away, where I long to be too, I think. It’s the way I thought my restless wandering was over, that I’d found whatever I thought I had found, or wanted, or needed, and I started to collect my belongings. Build a home. Safe behind the comfort of these four walls and a closed door.
Because as much as I tried or pretended or imagined myself as a part of all the people out there,
I was still the one locking the door every night.
Turning off the phone and blowing out the candles so no one knew I was home.
’cause I was never really well around the expectations of my personality
and I wanted to keep to myself.
and because I haven’t been very impressed lately.
By people,
or places.
Or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving

“أعاني من أزمة ثقة بالنفس و أغبط الشعراء السعداء بكمالهم، فأنا دائماً أندم على أنني طبعت كتباً و أتمنى لو أنه الآن صدر ديواني الأول، كي أبيد ما أريد، هذه لعنة المعرفة؛ كلما عرفت أكثر كلما كانت الكتابة أصعب و تعرف أنك لم تعمل شيئاً يُذكر”
― مجموعة

“مهمة الشعر أن يحمي الواقع من الإفراط في الواقعية”
― مجموعة, محمود درويش المختلف الحقيقي دراسات وشهادات

“Life is not always perfect. Like a road, it has many bends, ups and down, but that’s its beauty.”
― Amit Ray, World Peace: The Voice of a Mountain Bird