إنْ زارَ، يوماً ياحَشايَ تَقَطَّعي، كَلَفاً بهِ، أو سارَ، يا عينُ اذرِفي
ما للنّوى ذّنْبٌ، ومَنْ أهوى مَعي، إنْ غابَ عنْ إنسانِ عيني فهوَ
في
If He should visit one day, o my heart, tear yourself to shreds in love for Him and if He should leave, o eye, pour out tears
But there is no harm in distance, for the one I love is with me for if He be absent from the pupil of my eye, yet still He is in me
Nah like it’s so weird that I have a name? And people think of me when they hear it… And they have certain songs or foods or smells that makes them think of me. And even though I know I am an ever changing being I am immortalized in someone’s memory because of how they knew me.
People see me on the train and in the street and might think “she looks interesting, I wonder what her life is about.” People have crushes on me and miss me and think I’m fun or maybe an ass hole. Idk, I feel more like just a brain than a person… And when I look in the mirror I kind of feel detached from my body, like that can’t be my face… Anyone else feel like that, or am I walin?
