Marc Chagall – Lovers Above the City  (1913–1914) A love like this will not last forever. But perhaps some moments are so full, so...

Yearning is: a tender or urgent longing. It was a summer, a long-lost summer where everyone was present, everyone gathered around the...

I would have sought you in the valleys and the seventh skies in every universe, star, and galaxy. I would write my first poem about you....

It’s that hollow feeling where you can sense an ultimate void, the terrifying nothingness within your core. It's the quiet, dark section...

في الشفق الهادئ لوحدتي، أجد الشجاعة المزيفة لخلق هذه الكلمات من العدم؛ كإعترافٍ ضمني بالفيضانات الداخلية التي تناقض سكينة المظهر، أداءٌ...

On the final day of the cold and solitary December, during a late plane ride to home, thoughts of you sparked a cascade of contemplative...