Nesrine BENAHMED Quotes

the echoes and flashbacks have shown up
again and your melancholy grew more
beautifully that you could see roses in your wrists
and wanted to cut them.
But in this bleak, dull, rattled reality that
imprisoned you, there has been a truth that
always dwelt in your heart. That you'll be
illuminated by the aura of healing once you stop
being selfish!

Dying feels like a familiar memory. Like a mental
imagery that is bone-deep, and somehow
melancholic. I am going to die. It is inevitable. It
is imminent. That is just the way the dice has
landed.

I am but a frangible
Mud brick ordered
To build a home in the
Big city of humanity;
Yet break when
Forced to fit.

Listen to - and I know how cheesy
that sounds - the whispering of your heart.
Spread your wings, find your space to fly in freely,
and experience the different shades of life with an
open mind, and a free spirit. And embrace your
wonderful metanoias.

We promise it's all going to be okay
There is one way to make it
And if necessary you will fake it
You see, it's not a spiral pattern
Of tears and trial and your denial
Love, we won't let you crawl
And sprawl and get lost in despair
We will hold you tight, you'd feel your
Ribcage filled with intense heat of
Our love for you

You know, having a panic attack feels like you're
collapsing, like your organs are rebelling against
you, and that you'd throw them up. It's like
you're on a swing ride in an amusement park. At
first, you're there waiting for things to happen,
and for gravity to mess up with you. After a while
of waiting, it starts working, and slowly you're
reaching a frightening height. And it's not like you
have phobia, but you certainly feel things as your
chest starts tightening, you think it'd explode.
Then, it's swinging and you just want to scream
or jump or whatever, but you can't do that.
You're tied and scared and there is no way you'd
reach a solid ground.

Ever since that day when autumn
arrives and the wind sighs around you. If you feel
a little sad, it's just the sobbing of the girl that's
cracked.

It is funny how the person who's been abusing
you all of your life starts to complain of the self-
destructive behaviors your brain has learnt to
cope with when all they did was destroying you.

Hands so delicate,
Melt into mine
Fingers intertwined
Palms full of sunshine
your heart and mine
soulfully synced
two beats into one.

I want you to feel that you are
not alone. Never be afraid of feeling too much, or
letting yourself feel in the first place. Being human
is being prone to error, to change, and to growth.
It's okay if you are feeling weary, lost, and scared.
We all do. Don't deprive yourself of feeling human