can you hydrate what’s left in the sun. a conversation that’s been forged over and over but was never done .can you relive a memory that left u Numb .can you water a plant that was left for dead .can you give it life again .broken branches hanging by a thread .is this you waiting for someone to throw you over the edge. can you be heard if your soundless .begging for help .just waiting to be held .do you just stand there paralyzed .so much beauty ,much more than you realize. You can feel dead on the inside ,but the outside is much more than a disguise, much more than an image ,that’s often fantasized .can you find perfection in anything living .something bigger than you bigger than the world we live in.is there any feeling better than the one of giving. Do you really believe that after the end we will all be risen .baught back to life to face our past selves and ask yourself everything you did was now forgiven
About the Creator
Hozan rejab
I stepped on the these soils of freedom from a war .. a war with the world a war with fear a war with my mind I’ve lived a life of madness sadness carelessness but also happiness my name was given to me by my mother
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