‏"الأحزان السرية هي أكثر قساوة من الكوارث العامة"

“For you, I would.”

Put a paint brush in my hands, help me tie the curls out of my face in a messy bun, and kiss my forehead goodbye as I drown in my imagination and the shades of the hues.

Buy me an unruled notebook and a fancy black inked pen, a size just delicate enough for all my daily disorderly thoughts, attempt to read it, I might give in and let you have a peek someday.

Take me out to the hidden spot in the city you thought I could capture well, with my bare eyes or the Polaroid camera that I might’ve borrowed from my bestfriend, just for this one still-moment stealing adventure with you.

Give me the power to create, money can acquire me a fancy watch to realize the time ticking by with no gain on it, a dainty piece of jewelry or the most generic of gifts to consume, but if you knew me, really knew me, you’d know that I’d rather be composing than listening to some pre-made tunes.

Be my muse.

-FF

Exactly…