Z BOOK WORM

  It's strange to admit that folding socks is as tedious as it is calming. It fills one with a small sprinkle joy to find a lone sock its matching companion, cuffing the two together to make a pair. The end goal is to ensure each sock has it's partner. Maybe it's because you think no sock should be by itself or it will be sad, the underlying personification driving the compulsion. Or maybe you just don't want to wear mismatching socks when grabbing them in an early morning rush. 😁  Either way, no sock should ever have to be alone. 💪🏻 😂 

  Time is universal, a ticking omnipresent clock that never falters in its pace. No matter what place in this world you exist in, time still progresses. And that my friends is the sad truth. Time still goes forward, even when the pain you endure stings as if it were inflicted mere minutes ago. Time drags you forward, despite you kicking and screaming for it to stop for just one moment. Time waits for no one. So though time proceeds on till the chill in the air signifies the beginning of October, one ponders how can things go back to the way they once there were? How can the ignorance of the past exist when the memories of the truth pulse achingly beneath one's skin? 

Shatter into oblivion slowly. Disappear within a cocoon of madness to reappear in the nothingness of darkness and space where there is no air and no existence... And there you can breathe. 

Some babies are too beautiful for earth. They simply stay longer in Heaven's rocking chair. You stayed long enough with your twin sister, but then Your wings were etching. They sprout out and off you flew to heaven. Your mom, my friend, is heart broken. She can't fathom the idea of her baby boy leaving before holding and hugging him. Her dreams of you growing up turned to mirage. For her, The whole thing may be a dream within a dream. Yet The time will come when she will unite with you. And you will be waiting for her. Waiting with your wings ready to give her the hug of her life. The hug she is missing now. You will turn up to heavens and whisper... I want my mom in heaven with me. Until then, please ask the angels to take care of her, pray to strengthen her heart and mend her crying soul. Pray for your twin sister to live, give her the power to live and make mommy smile again. And if you see my grandma and cousin Rabee, tell them i miss them.

The power of knowing that you exist. To be existing To breathe And be part of the whole creation To know that each inhale is you  merging it within your being, becoming one, beating your heart, pumping your blood, electrifying the neurons in your brain till you exhale. Send parts of yourself out to the creation with every swift breath. Again... Inhale Don't use your eyes to see Exhale No need to speak or taste. Inhale Feel Exhale Feel Know You exist