i am terrified of words, i write.
all these fragments that u are but not really,
i get it now, Strano was unfiltered.
hello, how r u ?
the Qalb wants the comfort of you not You.
filtered you.
n but to write, to imagine to have created so different character,
split, duality,
compounding you,
chaos is love, isnt it ?
anyways, i slept alot.
the male urge to be constantly on the road
the Qalb is a beech. but not urs.
i dreamt, i was butterfly
