michael fawaz فَوّازِيّات

life is color. i live in the spectrum. black and light. love is my muse. instagram.com/coffeeshop_hero/

[fawaziyyat]

I often think that you have ruined your whole life for me.

Tolstoy // Anna Karenina

[fawaziyyat]

“They haven’t an idea of what happiness is; they don’t know that without our love, for us there is neither happiness nor unhappiness- no life at all.”

Tolstoy // Anna Karenina

[fawaziyyat]

i think that if i could go to a place outside of myself, if i could become the ever-present observer, if i could peer into the space that is occupied by my mind, it would appear to me an all encompassing light-grid. i imagine it would be very much like a wide open field on a true June night. perhaps, the night of the summer’s solstice. vast black. grey shapes. brush barely visible. and all abound: little flashes. gold flickers. white flames. the luminescent call of the too-many fireflies. from one hemisphere of my conscious to the other. shifting. a million minute electricities. pop rocks popping each second. pulling my focus like little dot-connecting constellations every single time i think of you.

summertime and you.

[fawaziyyat]

i think that if i could go to a place outside of myself, if i could become the ever-present observer, if i could peer into the space that is occupied by my mind, it would appear to me an all encompassing light-grid. i imagine it would be very much like a wide open field on a true June night. perhaps, the night of the summer’s solstice. vast black. grey shapes. brush barely visible. and all abound: little flashes. gold flickers. white flames. the luminescent call of the too-many fireflies. from one hemisphere of my conscious to the other. shifting. a million minute electricities. pop rocks popping each second. pulling my focus like little dot-connecting constellations every single time i think of you.

summertime and you.

[nizariat]

I want you, I roam, And without shame you stood, And rose, High and higher, Like the colour of the impossible, Like the echo of the songs between mountains أُريدُكِ أَرُومْ ودونَ هوانا تقومْ تخومْ طِوالٌ .. طِوالٌ كلونِ المُحَالْ كَرَجْع المواويلِ بين الجبالْ

Impulse, Nizar Qabbani (via nizariat)

[darwishism]

You live in me and I live in you, to and for you.

[pyrely]

I wish to write in a way that Does not burn me That does not sear the skin From my bone With every broken syllable Every wretched metaphor I try to forge I wish writing did not hurt me Or break my heart on a Sunday Night To leave me forlorn for the Rest of the week I wish it did not own me I wish I knew the freedom  It is to write without despair To clasp my hands in earnest living To laugh as if pure bright  Light was filling up my lungs

s.r., i wish to write in a way that does not burn me (via pyrely)

[thewriterscaravan]

Adonis, from "CONCERT: AN ALTERNATE EXPLANATION OF THE DEAD SEA SCROLLS"

(Translation: Khaled Mattawa, 2013) (Adonis is the nom de plume for Syrian-Lebanese poet Ali Ahmad Said Esber. Born in the Syrian village of Qassabin, 1930. Arrested and imprisoned in the 50s for being associated with the secular nationalistic party. Eventually domiciled to Paris due to his political activism in his home country which made is not just difficult but impossible for him to return home again.)

7. No one dares to touch that water, a water where the forests of meaning are set ablaze: They said: In each drop of water we planted a word. They said: We used to store our hopes and dreams in amphorae to age them. They said: The gates of heaven are for those who wish them, but to us belongs the volition of the earth. They said: We used to scream when we were asleep to prove to our eyelids that reality is nothing except our steps. They said: Look at what words do here. They wear slippers made of emerald and sapphire and stay put to guard heaven’s gates.

[fawaziyyat]

I am mad but take your heart inside my hand and I will lead you down the path that is everything but astray.

(home.)

[fawaziyyat]

I am mad but take your heart inside my hand and I will lead you down the path that is everything but astray.

(home.)

[fawaziyyat]

I am mad but take your heart inside my hand and I will lead you down the path that is everything but astray.

(home.)

[fawaziyyat]

i don’t know if i should say this. i don’t know if it’s ok. i don’t know what you’re thinking. i don’t know if you care. but the simplest utterance of your sigh steals my breath away.

thievery. (via coffeeshop-hero)

[fawaziyyat]

i don’t know if i should say this. i don’t know if it’s ok. i don’t know what you’re thinking. i don’t know if you care. but the simplest utterance of your sigh steals my breath away. 

thievery.

[fawaziyyat]

a preference for nothing. a desperation for emptiness. a vagabond of night. a fugitive of day. i just want to run, my dear, and i don't think that will ever, ever change.

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[fawaziyyat]

truth is: nothing sticks. the forevers roll off me like raindrops on my long window and the always and i have never been more than forced friends for a caprice.

aversions. (via coffeeshop-hero)

[fawaziyyat]

truth is: nothing sticks. the forevers roll off me like raindrops on my long window and the always and i have never been more than forced friends for a caprice. 

aversions.

[fawaziyyat]

me?