To the one i wished i could write eternally about.
In fact, i did.
But it’s was never enough.
I always wanted to write more and more.
It’s was kind of a harmless addiction.
Yet felt like a forever disease.
A burden.
A failure.
My journal became full.
Full of you.
The topic was always the same : You.
But, despite that.
I never stopped.
And i never got bored.
Writing about you.
Cause in you i saw an endless inspiration.
Exactly like the feminine symbol inspires Nizar Kabbani poetry.
I remember i’d always write to the point of suffocating.
Writing about you in my nervous breakdowns.
Just like during my happiness journeys.
Oh, how much i did write.
I actually never really realized.
Until that manuscripts started spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.
And i’d write about you a lot more.
A lot more, than i should…

© Fatima

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