At the end of the day,
a shadow passes through my heart,
and I wonder—
why does the thought of fading away linger?
seen from Malaysia
seen from Azerbaijan
seen from Israel
seen from Germany
seen from Germany
seen from Germany
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Israel
seen from Russia
seen from Canada

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Canada

seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from South Korea
seen from Australia
At the end of the day,
a shadow passes through my heart,
and I wonder—
why does the thought of fading away linger?
Rain,
and all my worries
fall with it.
Some days,
the sky inside me
refuses to clear. ☁️
reporting the weather. it is not your job to make someone else feel comfortable by what you are going to say. what is your job. is to tell the truth of how you feel. respecting the importance of your own inner weather. you might take time to find the most gentle and honoring way to tell it. but you tell it. you do not. not tell it. how someone reacts. responds. etc... is theirs. and though it may be difficult to watch someone you care for encounter hard emotions. that is for them to work through. their experience. you do not help them or save them by denying yourself air. in fact. you only serve to create more of a distance between you and your own soul. and a distance in the true intimacy between you and them. your soul and theirs knows this is not love. this is not love. rigging your weather reports.
nayyirah waheed