My writings tell my feelings
The dream of mine
You'll be invited to my place, we'll have a lot of pizza, watch a movie or two, play with cards or sing at the top of our lungs and dance like it's the last day of our lives, have a pillow fight, chase each other and whoever loses gets tickled. That's it, I want laughter and love to fill the place, is that much to dream of?©nassaraghad
Opportunities, yes my dear children
When I grow up, I will make sure I tell my children these words:1. Never get upset over an opportunity you couldn't get, because there's a chance that bigger and better opportunities are waiting for you in future.2. You're not stupid if you try and fail, you're only stupid when you choose not to try in the first place, because smart people try and accept their fate no matter what it is with a big heart and look at the bight side of everything. 3. Be proud of your courage to test yourself, losing an opportunity isn't the end of the world, you lose one, and win the other, that's life. 4. Don't set your hopes too high for stuff you can't control.5. Sometimes unhappy things happen only for your own good, you don't necessarily see it or feel it, yet it's there. 6. Chances come and go, if you lose one, another one comes, it's all possible as long as you're alive and still breathing, who knows what happens after 20 years from now.7. Don't think, for even a second, about people's opinions and expectations, what matters is your opinion only, when you're confident and proud of yourself, nothing annoying will get to you.©nassaraghad
The line that separates pure love from selfish love is very delicate that most of us can't differentiate between both. Pure love isn't taking them away from their friends, nor changing who they are by forcing them to act in a certain way that doesn't reflect them at all. All types of relationships built on pure love do not support possession, on the contrary, they give freedom and rotate around trust. What is meant by freedom is to give the other partner wings, and encourage them to fly to extents they never dared to reach alone. Pure love is to let them mingle with countless crowds trusting that they will always keep you on top no matter what. Relationships with manipulative partners that treat the other partner like a puppet must be quited.©nassaraghad
When you are:
> Sick: your inner organs are missing the inner organs of who you love, so they feel sick. > Listening to funny jokes: your brain is sending tickles to your teeth, to your lips and you end up bursting into laughter. > Not able to sleep: someone out there is thinking or dreaming about you.> Crying: your eyes are ill, the symptom is falling of water drops. > Down: your soul is gone for a unicorn ride and so you're left all alone feeling empty. > Enthusiastic: your brain is casting a magical spell on your heart that makes it go crazy.> Excited-scared: your stomach is hosting a party that your heart is only invited to, that's why you feel the way you do. > Optimistic: your soul is hugging your body so tight.©nassaraghad
I love you
As I watch you, tears gather in my eyes, not that I'm sad, but I'm realizing that your warmth is successfully melting up the frozen bit in that heart of mine that once decided to never fall in love again.©nassaraghad
Walk under the rain if you are mentally tired.
I love walking under the tears of rain clouds as they cry, it's deeper than it's thought to be. They make my body wet but not only that, they refresh my tired soul as each drop hits my skin, and that energy is absorbed into my spirit, talking physics here. It runs between the cracks of my ill soul, sewing the parts of it again together, reviving it. Not only that rain washes away the dirt off my shoes as I walk non-stop with no planned destination to stop my brain from thinking, and to feel the power of raindrops instead, it also wipes away the heaviness that my heart feels, leaving it as light as a feather, I'm breathing, I'm alive, how can it be such a fast cure? As those drops land peacefully on my hair, get stands of hair to hug each other, they roll on my cheek to end up dancing on my neck all the way to my arm where they move all adagio to fall off my fingers, with every beat of my heart, every breath that I take, something is being unseized, feels like dust is being brushed off this body and that soul, some music talk. Talking chemistry, an atom of optimism with 2 of hope would leave my soul asking for more of that magical reaction, yes magical, when it can cure as it churns up tides of the sweetest memories where laughter can be heard, happy faces can be seen, pleasant aroma of delicious freshly baked bread or cookies can be smelled, simple yet reviving moments you didn't really pay much attention to. Mathematically, those tiny drops have got the 'power' to restore my broken soul into 1.©nassaraghad
To the alien subject that has occupied me,As burning as flames, turning the remaining bits of my heart into ashes, is this supposed to be reviving me, or killing me? As active as chemicals, conquering my bones with what makes them go insane to its flow, is that supposed to be cure or poisen? As strange as numbers are to a baby, making changes to my soul and to the rate of my heart beats, is that supposed to be filling me with happiness or fear?©nassaraghad
Is that a thing?
It is something like a weather condition that messes everything up to eventually bring it to a standstill, very loud silence, calm chaos, peaceful disturbance, that is a real thing. - the heart©nassaraghad
Humans, pause... I close my eyes, I dive into a different world as I take a deep breath focusing on the sound of my inhalation and exhalation, empty my mind of any poisonous thoughts, and then open them again allowing into my ears the soul-cleansing symphony of nature, one that's emitted from the colors of flowers, singing of birds, movement of winds, crashing of sea waves, odor of wet grass, at this moment, I can truly call myself alive... Humans, you may carry on.©nassaraghad