Started as a trip to get away from my regrets.
Slowly the car comes to a halts to a stop...
In the absolute pitch of trustless dark
I found the touch of your fingers...
Our home, a pale blue dot
in the vastness of universe's untouched beauty...
I'm just the man with a cat,
Sipping his tea...
Let me embrace your pains
you, my brothers and sisters...
We mellow soldiers and callow sons of Rome,
contently ill impressed by our house at home...
It's at a fault
Broken...
It's not about the game but how you learn to play...
It's not about the silence but the things you do...
New year
New life...
Holding space for grief,
even without words...
What's past is not yet past
If you fumble and tumble...
A court in the bush
Inspired by a talk with "Adib Nahas...