words are my paint limits of reality change with each word & you move me like a song i open my mouth and i do not decide where my voice begins and when yours ends, or when the silence comes.
Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly. let it cut more deep. Let it ferment and season you as few human or even divine ingredients can. Something missing in my heart tonight has made my eyes so soft my voice so tender my need of god absolutely clear. — Hafiz