and from me you

I thought that embracing you in the winter of your cold soul was something suspicious, my hand did not carry the burden of putting it on your elbows and dragging you to the angels where there are no wars and no blood. I am not strong enough to bear what time has endured to keep you happy.

I loved that existence, my smoky companion, the existence that has no absence in the unity of both of us, I would not believe the existence of soul friends or friends of life, but thinking of you on a night pouring out sin is like one whose faults fall into chapters of tenderness and atoms vanish from the air, made of Certainty is what I cover up at night in the open.
I was so miserable that I prayed for you and I prayed for the world and for the planet that has nothing to do with it.
He has no sin except that we were created between one surface and another endless surface, suffocating as if he embraces us fiercely and forgets that our ability to breathe is a fantasy.

You are an undeniable thing.
And you are a loving angelic embrace.
You can put your sadness on my heart, Laith, and your tired lungs on my chest, and your tired eyes on my eyes that have become nothing but a mist, you can be love and pain at the same time, but we will be hopeful, hopeful, with love and pain that burns us like scars, I can be your home and you can be my hut and we can make a home of two souls.
You can be my voice and I can be your voice and the echo becomes so far away that I wait for it to bounce back on my ears, so that I can listen to you, a broken soul that wants nothing but love.
From me me and me you.