Don't hide--
behind the ghosts that rise from tea cups,
or the dreams you drink and forget.

Please--
the moon is awake.

And you--
you’re alive and beautiful.

REALLY.

8 months
25 weeks
175 days---
sort of.

Oh hello, Im back again.

Miss me? Nahhh
In shaa ALLAH, everything will be chance.
Godspeed!