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«وَالرُّوحُ لِلرُّوحِ تَدْرِي مَنْ يُنَاغِمُهَا، كَالطَّيْرِ لِلطَّيْرِ فِي الإِنْشَادِ أَمْثَالُ.»
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A tiring day, insomnia again. No one is near me, not even my closest friends. They're not the same as they used to be. I wish I could lose my memory, not remember, not feel sadness, not suffer from insomnia. There's a pain killing me, but I don't know its source. Is it from sadness, insomnia, or overthinking? My head is about to explode from the constant overthinking that has plagued me lately. What makes it even more painful is the people who used to say I was the closest to them. I'm not saying they didn't love me, but I've discovered that there are others closer to their hearts, and I have no one near me.
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Be with me, for when you are with me, everything is alright. I recover and calm down. Your nearness is a cure for my soul.
