About the fears, reluctances and chains that won't go away!

Minions! My only spaces of ultimate freedom, I come to you scared. While we spend our lives fearing worst case scenarios.. it is in fact the things that we already know that could have immense power over us and within seconds could run us to the ground cowering! Even at the very moment we think we're on top of the world old ingrained chains pull us right into the mud again. Every cell in me is shivering in alarm of undefined consequences, almost as though if I only loosened up a minuscule bit they will burst in escape in a hundred different directions and I will be no more... so I grip me tighter. Sometimes it feels as if the only safe place is inside, so I imagine me going into myself in a crescendo that would only lead to self doom till the exhaustion from the image drains the adrenaline. Sometimes even that wont do... fear is a strong cage minions and I need out! Minions, dispel my chains so I can run in joy rather than fear, and back me firmer so I won't turn back.... it is with faith in you that I jump into the fray again.  

This I just like!

KamOna: "رسائل لن ترسل": هنا ساكتب أحداثا قد يراها البعض هذيانا .. أو قطعا متفرقة كتبتها فى أوقاتٍ متباعدة لاستعرض مهاراتى اللغوية.. قد يرى البعض انها لا ترتقى ل...

About the glue, the ground, and the strings!

Minions! My honest specks of self-awareness. Finding solace can be a blind force! Control is at its weakest when it is under the impression of being its strongest and the glue that keeps fixed facts in place... well everyday I wonder about its strength and everyday it proves more frail than the one before. While we get zealous and firm, we are at any given moment one small perspective away from an annihilating reconstruction of our "granted", "familiar" and "basic", like a simple small snap in the string that holds us together... the snap is minimal but it made all the difference between lost and found! Minions, I need you to root me deeper, back me stronger and solidify this ground already... it is with a flailing heart that I await you! 

About points, lines, circles and Shangri La!

Minions! I come to you today, as always, in need of your rearrangements. In between A to B straight and A to A curves lies a struggle, because while straight is definite, it is also shallow, short in its length and unsatisfactory and on the other hand curves are deep, stretching and intimate yet easily side tracked and flimsy! To get over our inadequacies, past out fears and perfectly in the face of our doubts balance must be held.... between the line and the curve lies our definite solid ground! Minions, help me shed my abrasions and find middle ground, it is with resolution I await you.

About the new, the scary, and the engulfing!

Minions! My ever brimming patches of thought, I come to you in guises. Sometimes the perplexing doesn't lie in uncharted territories beyond our lines, sometimes it is dropped smack in the middle of our supposedly known, sometimes it squashes all the granted, and sometimes it leaves us there static with a half extended arm, half withdrawing heart and a fully bustling mind! Like a starry black sphere of questions in the middle of my lush green, it mocks "safety", because sometimes we can't know with poking, looking, smelling or touching.. sometimes we have to venture. Minions, bridge my gaps so we know, and promise to mend when we do... it is with resolute faith in you that I shun control...

About cowardice, facing mirrors, and the people who see!

Minions! I come to you today as your dependant material rather than your proof of existence! To eyes that have not been open before, spotlights can drive people back into darkness. Granted lives were not made for us to tip-toe around or watch silently from the sidelines, but a constant hundred percent could be exhausting. Between the risk of a hundred percent and the apathy of the sidelines lies all of you that make me, pulling to either side! Minions, grow me bigger than I am, push me further and shield me thicker. It is with a rare hundred percent faith, I await you.

About drama queens, disbelonging and second natures!

Minions! My disconnected connections, I come to you in contemplation. It is so easy to forget the reasons that drive us and fall into patterns, animosities, cycles of love, hate and revenge over things we couldn't have cared less about had we remembered the reasons! Perfection is a great driving force, but it's never a result, and being fair might be the most subjective cause for humans, but it can be as simple as do unto others what you would have them do unto you! Finding resonance in our anti people is a very hard thing to do, but when achieved can burst open incredible new spaces in our hearts.