you’re my quasar;
the majestic light that is born from a black hole.
– maybe that’s not the the most romantic metaphor to be used, it’s a special one
one that fits your rank. after all you’re sitting on the throne of my thinking.
it’s born from physics – your realm.
from the darkest nights and the lowest moments you seem to sprout
like a phoneix rising from the ashes
despite the agony and melancholy around me, you break the view
you, yes you.
the light at the end of the tunnel.
AICHA BINT YUSIF 