Two people who were once very close can without blame or grand betrayal become strangers. Perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world.

Sad people have the gift of time, while the world dizzies everyone else; they remain stagnant, their bodies refusing to follow pace with the universe. With these kind of people everything aches for too long, everything moves without rush, wounds are always wet.

I tend to the wound so often, it never heals.

I tore up and ate my own passport in an airport hotel once. I'm bloated with language I can’t afford to forget.

Perhaps, the problem is not the intensity of your love, but the quality of the people you are loving.

I won't glorify or romanticise heartbreak, for me it was a kind of death and I was forced to keep living.

I’m overwhelmed. My biggest downfall is my brightest blessing, I feel too much, all the time. Ya Allah, if it’ll keep my heart soft, break my heart every day.