had1atallah
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I think that I should avoid the shore, when the world is making a party to search that shore. Maybe threading my way through the edge of an uncharted city will better educate me. It is the understanding of the Self that I seek and not the knowledge. …It looked full into my eyes for…
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Our hearts finally explode and we’re wise enough to endure the pain and finally realize that we are indeed heart broken. …Her arms and legs stood out in tension.
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On the surface of time travel, we can only see mere delusions. The nerves of imagination pulse and vibrate with extraordinary thoughts. Life is as stern and real as ever at the same time. And curious dark residues condense and precipitate. …The Self closed itself in against the night.
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Words always have a simple hiss in the distance. But their potency, magnitude and sheer odours expose the world and its receding tides. …Some are attacked in the dark.
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My breath made no sound. But I knew this was not invisible. Voices thundered in my ears and my eyes grew conscious of the Truth that lay outside of me. This is the unconscious. Humbled. …Do you think an explanation would help?
Hadi Atallah 