Angel

There is something beautiful ✍ about sitting quietly with a cup of coffee ☕️, a good book, and a mind full of thoughts. In these little moments, the world becomes quieter✍, and everything feels a little easier to understand👀.

It was a special day🌘, filled with a little noise and happiness🎨, but not for me and my soulmate. It was a day meant for everyone else, while one of us was hurting mentally and the other physically📖. Yet, in another way, it was the pain 🗡️of the mind that was the cause of both🎨.

I gaze at this beautiful flower 🌷with a clouded mind🦋, weighed down by all the thoughts piling up inside me✍. As I gently touched it, I wondered: did some of my chaos pass onto it? Did it become, like me, a prisoner of overthinking👩?

I watch the blue 🌊that so many have dived into and passed through 🌊. Despite their beauty, I no longer wish to swim in them or enjoy their waters💦. Now I understand the lesson: sometimes, the beauty of something fades when too many have touched it ✨.

I walk through the streets, searching in every step I take for a shadow🫂, or even a trace of a memory of you. Despite the ending between us😔, I remain attached to you in a way no one could imagine💀. I trapped myself in illusions with no escape🙏, and now I am paying the price for them, searching for you everywhere☕.

This place will always have a special place in my heart🌟. Some of my sweetest memories with my friend were made here, in the little art room of Al-Anamil Al-Waeda School—where we’d talk, laugh, and simply enjoy being together 🤩.

Sometimes, a few words are spoken without meaning, yet they are enough to extinguish someone’s hope in the person they love. And when hope fades, they choose to walk away—not because they no longer love them, but because they fear becoming too deeply consumed by a love that may never be returned.

A quiet little place filled with colors and possibilities. Every roll of thread, every shade, and every tiny detail seems to carry the potential to become something completely new. It’s a reminder that beautiful things don’t always begin with something extraordinary—they often begin with something small.