You don't always get what you give

For you I’ve never once complained.
To expect the same feels almost like a crime.
Why?

A.S.

In the middle

Sometimes you can’t win for loosing… But, you need to be content with the very fact you’ve tried with all that you could. The world may not recognize this, but it doesn’t matter. God knows best. Allahu Alim.


A.S.

Caged Bird

Sometimes she just wants to walk to anyplace,anytime, on her own. To walk through the masses, and in her silent way feel she’s at the center of the world. Time would start to stand still and sounds would begin to muffle.
Walking…walking to her hearts content.
This would set the bird free.

A.S.

Feelings within'

How can you explain a feeling that is indescribable?
Sometimes I wonder why I even try.
How can anyone understand what lies in another persons chest?
When they can not Truly feel what it is to be within' your mind, heart and soul..
We're walking vessels holding onto secrets.
Sometimes we get a glimpse.. sometimes we come close to exposing our true selves.
Close we may come...
But never do we fully reach the unseen.
These invisible realities are our common factors.

A.S.

Creepy Encounters

I don’t know why today of all days certain memories came floating back to me. Perhaps my research into the dark side of serial killers triggered this memory that came back to me.
I remember very clearly being in a store with my grandmother,sister and many other shoppers where I actually was in the presence of someone I felt was very dark, evil and cold. I can’t begin to describe the feeling of ultimate fear I felt with his presence in the same isle, even though my grandmother was footsteps away and the store full of people. It was one of a couple times I’ve ever felt someone by there just simply being near, was absolutely evil. Once is more than one can imagine enduring,so to imagine encountering such personalities more than once is more than creepy and unnerving.
I have nothing to explain why or how I felt that way about the man except it was an intuition and a heightened sense that stirred my body to react & want to stay away.
Something I won’t ever forget and I’m grateful for those instincts for kicking in.


A.S.

Selfish maybe

Sometimes I wonder to myself..
Why is it that some people tend to be selfish?
Is the selfish act in and of itself like a drug?
A drug to mask oneself from reality?..From responsibility?..
An escape from the pressures believed to be suffocating us..
We’re none of us alike so selfishness varies from one person
to the next, But whether its a random slip or a bad addiction..

Its an attempt to escape…
Unbeknownst to the selfish.

A.S.

Me time, You time

Sometimes, just sometimes.. Giving someone space is actually allowing yourself a mini vacation. :)

A.S.