I don’t fear living nor death.
I don’t fear physical pain because my soul is always on fire.
My soul is always on fire.
Never turns to ash but forever lit since the day I took my first damned breath into this world.
I fear one thing;
The blank page I have to fill, I have to feel.
I have to feel.
I understand you get bored of my creative ways to project everything God-awful I feel.
It doesn’t end.
I’m fluent in English, Arabic, and pain
and pain is a universal language
deeply hidden but there, everywhere
I walk and just as much as you can tell how short I am you can also see the flames of my soul, the pain in my eyes and the whisper of a scream in my laughter
The blank page
The fear of feeling in order to produce a whole meaning of acceptance or love
I don’t fear to trip on my feelings or typing it I fear feeling it.
I’m a writer but I can’t explain the never-ending river in my mouth