a dream entwined

a friend dreams of another

from a far away land

16 hours apart by air

2 seconds apart by IM

words that sculpt truths

met you face to face

woke up

what is my mind processing here?

distance

thoughts

love

a friend dreams of another

it is night here

but day over there

mimic & murmur

looking, all i see are mimics. listening, all i hear are murmurs. similar forms of different things. each called by its own name. chartered out by its own boundaries. carved out within its own means.

i often get asked, why do you have so many non-Muslim friends? where are your Muslim friends? don't you have any? sometimes, i pretend to not understand such a question. just so i can make them explain. sometimes, they can't.

as to the question, well, i just do. because, despite our religious differences, we're the same. mimics. murmurs. of the same tune. the same beat. cliched. yes. but, only because, it is what it is.

do not undermine the value of the cliched. there is power in mimics and murmurs.

a birth

artist | Rage