acquaintances are like pit stops on a journey,

while true friendship should be as rare as a purple sunset

As for the rest of humanity,

you make a traveller out of me.

Catharsis

It soothed my worries,
its drip providing me with a brief reprieve
All the stresses of the world flowed down my cheek
like tears of relief

The street stars shone, in a scintillating backdrop
I looked to my right, a shop sign read "imagination"
It was too surreal to be true, just in case it was
I staggered home slower to take it all in

eyes closed and neck arched
I insisted the heavens shower down more,
As my jeans grew heavier
I stood still, wishing the moment would too.

its swirling patterns were like a flock of birds
searching for warmer plains,
taking care in its landing
easing pain wherever it travels

This was not the normal, harsh pitter patter,
not concerned with hurting
not the kind the common man has disdain for
Just saintly, soundless drops of hope

That night I dreamt,
I wanted to rise like puddles under the sun
But the reflection scarred me
I wished to magnanimously watch the world in the clouds

it dawned on me,
man's erratic nature mirrors the skies misgivings,
acid rain eroded into the Earths crust
until I changed my core

I awoke knowing, my state and weather were one
the choices I made determined whether,
I sailed softly back home filled with love,
Or hit the ground fuelled with hatred.

"The Idea that moisture, which has risen from the ocean, resided in a cloud and then consolidated itself into a raindrop will return to the ocean, where it may lose itself completely to the immense waters.  This was most mystics hoped for: a return to the original unity.  To become one with the primordial sea."  

And life it is life
The sun will not always survive
The sky does not suffice
I tangled my embrace to some sky
Having clouds lost in their own cry

And moved by day
With all left in stagnant stay
The grounds smashed in break 
In beats still awake

And me? You know me
We all saw what we see
Lost in moments by the air
Shadows embrace me in their care
And in moments I was there
Alive

Iced in the silence of many words
That’s me
For now the fear will suffice
No thanks be to their sacrifice
Just for a gone remain
In a depth to scar or stain

Your words fall heavy and raise water
The water falls to its own slaughter
Let words fall and be gone

By Walaa Quisay