#FLH

"Perhaps the tragedy is not that the world is full of mysteries, but that we only notice them when it is too late. How many times has salvation passed beside us without our knowing? How many times have we believed that everything was falling apart while something unseen was quietly keeping us from collapsing? Perhaps the cruelest truth is that the greatest things in our lives do not shout to be noticed; they stand silently behind us, waiting only for the moment we choose to turn around."

"I have corrupted myself so deeply that even my wings feel heavy with the filth of my choices. The guilt has woven itself into my very spirit, suffocating my inner light. I am taking flight not as a holy creature, but as a sinner clawing at the sky, begging the altitude to burn away the rot I brought upon my own identity." "لقد أفسدت نفسي لدرجة عميقة جعلت حتى أجنحتي تبدو ثقيلة بقذارة خياراتي. لقد نسج الذنب نفسه داخل روحي، خانقاً نوري الداخلي. أنا أحلق ليس ككائن مقدس، بل كمذنب يخربش في السماء، متوسلاً الارتفاع أن يحرق العفن الذي جلبته على هويتي بنفسي.

"سيفٌ يخترق الجسد، وقبلةٌ تخلّد الروح.. في مشهد الفناء، اخترنا أن نلتقي."

"Walking together in an endless field, but only one of us is safe. No enemies in sight, because the danger was always walking behind. Cold metal, a heavy blow, and the echo of a laugh you used to love. You bleed in quiet."

"feels quiet, heavy, and endless. No words, but you still understand everything. It sounds like cold air, empty streets, and thoughts you can’t explain. You sit with it"