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كتاب، أي بمعنى قصة حب جديدة.

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والرِّجَال الذِين قابَلتهُم كَانوا بِحَاجةٍ إلى نِساَء

‏وَالنِّساء اللّواتِي قابلتهُن كنّ بِحَاجةٍ الى رِجَال

‏والبِدَايَة والنِّهَاية تتَكرَّران دائماً

‏مِثل فُصولٍ مَيتَة.

‏وبعْدَ كٌلّ وصلة غَرَامِية

‏تَحُلّ الذِّكرى

‏ثُمّٓ بعدها النسيَان

‏الذِي لاَ يَتوَقَّف أبداً.

#اقتباس #مقتبس #أدب #اقتباسات #فولف فوندراتشك #أنطولوجي #4:22pm

i feel weird? content? sad? indifferent? i’m not sure, i want to write about this flushed, achingly deep feeling in the pit of my chest, but i don’t know where to start and then i begin to think and wonder if it’s even worth it. is it worth it to write if no one will read it? will just writing make me happy or do i need other’s acknowledgement of my work to make me happy? or am i happy just writing it in hopes that if it does reach somebody that it’ll make them happy in return and that’s what really matters and what i really want and care for, if that’s what will make me happy? not just the attention and the fact that people are reading my work that will make me happy, but that their happiness is caused by my work. not even with just writing, i wonder if that’s my ideology with everything. school? am i doing it because it’s expected of me and the good grades make me happy? is it because me going and getting good grades will make my parents happy? or is it because if i go and get good grades, i’ll be happy because it makes my parents happy? love? work? all the same. who am i? my blood boils within my own skin, burning me from the inside out and all i can do is sit and endure the pain it’s causing me and it happens regularly, yet, how would i even begin to explain this to another person?

#mine #personal #20190818 #4:22PM