Shams

“Shams”, the arabic word for sun. (Pronounced Sham-ss)

The sun smiles down at me and I frown back. The air is fresh but it feels like my lungs have collapsed as nostalgia firmly wraps around my respiratory tract. I sit by the window and watch the trees sway in the breeze, reminiscing on days like these when it was just you and me.

I wonder if you’re smiling under the sun, the sound of your sweet laughter filling the air. I wonder if you’re squinting at the light, blissful without a care. I sit by the window and watch the trees sway in the breeze, wondering if you miss me on days like these.

S.Alaa

Nostalgia

Nostalgia you are a seductive liar, you always make us remember things better than they were. You fill our ears with the sound of their laughter and indoctrinate our minds with their sweet words.

Nostalgia you are enticing, you leave us in awe of the way you make us forget that their laughter is ignited the pain they caused us, their sweet words meaningless and deceitful.

Nostalgia you are a seductive liar. – S. Alaa