Turmoil

Strife.

Conflict.

Death.

Killing.

Pain.

Live. Spell it backwards.

You cannot live without evil infiltrating your world.

Oman.

My home.

The mountains.

The dessert.

The ocean.

Sunsets that belong on a canvas.

People so hospitable you were put to shame.

But now this? I never even would've imagined. The peaceful world I knew has now become a part of the mass. The riots, the protests, the killing. But why? This isn't the Oman that I know. The Oman that I knew loved its Sultan. The Oman that I knew prided itself on their peace. So why has this happened? The answer remains elusive to me...

عمان نبض واحد؟

Life

Morality: conformity to the rules of right conduct; moral or virtuous conduct.

Immorality: immoral quality, character, or conduct; wickedness; evilness.

Which one will you chose?

Combustion

We’re like fire and gasoline. I’m no good for you. You’re no good for me. You think you’re in love with me, but really just the thought of me. You’re innocent, but wish so strongly that you weren’t. I’m jaded, but wish so strongly that I wasn’t. Therefore, we’re both living masquerades. Dancing the tango to a completely different tune. Walking in sync on a totally opposite paths. Living lies in two alternate atmospheres. Don’t you see? Our similarities are what separate us. What would be the death of us. I’m the fire. You’re the gasoline. Together we would be one spontaneous, disastrous, beautiful catastrophe. It would merely be two lost souls, slow dancing in a burning room. So please, please love me but don’t fall in love with me. Care for me but not about me. Be for me but not with me. Help me but don’t hold me. And most importantly, see me, but don’t see through me.

Who Knows?

We wanna believe in something,
Even if that somethings nothing.

For we have nothing,
If not belief.

And if we have nothing,
Then we are nothing.

If we are nothing,
Then why are we here?

When we no longer know why,
Then we begin the search.

The search for something to believe in,
for something bigger than us.

If the something is nothing,
Is nothing bigger than us?

Is this pure genius,
Or sheer madness?