Not me,

I want to be young forever.

يراجِع نَفسَه في اللَيلِ وَحدَه، وَيَغرَق في السكونِ بِلا مسانِدٍ. تحيطه الظنون كَأَنَه غصنٌ تَكَسَرَ قَبلَ أَن يَجِدَ المَرَاسِي.

Goodbye, year in which I lived unforgettable moments, goodbye, year in which I cried so much, goodbye, year that was one of the heaviest of my years, and in which I aged a thousand years from its bitterness and weight, goodbye, year that took so much from me

One day the sun will rise and I won't wake up, and my room will be empty. My role in this life will end. I will leave, and my dream and my troubles will leave with me on a day no one expects.

real

It's Joey

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November 16th: My actions may seem incomprehensible, or even the thoughts I speak, and everything around me may seem strange, but you should not judge as long as you do not know what happened behind the scenes.

How can I hide her? How can I hide her... when she is etched in my features, and my silence speaks her stories? I used to see the night as endless darkness, until her presence illuminated its gloom. She was a refuge for my soul, a sanctuary for my heart, so how can I extinguish the fire she ignited? She departed, and I remained her shadow, living on the memory she painted. I try to forget her, but her features call to me—in eyes, in the streets, in prayers when I weep. And every time I say, "It's over," longing returns, saying, "It's not over." I realized that loss is not absence, but a life incomplete without the one we loved.

I sat before the mirror, asking myself: Who are you after those who have passed? Your face has changed, my friend, and absence now dwells in your features like an inscription in stone. You used to laugh for no reason, and today you smile to hide your brokenness. You thought the road knew you, until you walked on, and no one remembered you. You searched for yourself among people, and found it only when they had all gone. And you learned that solitude is not emptiness... but a homeland to which those who have been lost for so long return.

11/11 On this special day I love you now I will love you tomorrow, and in the days, months, and years to come. I love you forever

Some faces deceive us with their beauty, and perhaps some appearances are merely superficial. What is the value of a beautiful face if it is excessive in its beauty and lacks character

sometimes you have to accept the situation and say : it's okay, it happens, it's life

"I believe that a person spends their whole life searching for belonging and searching for a homeland in everything: in a land, in a person, in an idea, and even in a poem."