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"Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known.
Knowledge is a deadly friend
If no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools."

carrying my past inside me
its the future i'm returning to
wearing my mask inside me
what am i turning into? - Nausher Nash Banaji

"Sometimes I think the loneliness inside of me is going to explode through my skin and sometimes I’m not sure if crying or screaming or laughing through the hysteria will solve anything at all. Sometimes I’m so desperate to touch, to be touched, to feel, that I’m almost certain I’m going to fall off a cliff in an alternate universe where no one will ever be able to find me."

Tahereh Mafi

Darkling you walk into the light
Staring blind wrong from right
Sweating palms clutch a shadow's hand
You only survive because you don't understand
The wind carries voices but there's nobody there
The bush is burning but the mountain is bare
The light of the body is in the eye
It's where neither rust corrupts nor moths fly
It's where the treasure is
It's where the heart is
It's where each seeks life in his own abyss
Where you’re crucified by the other’s silence
Waiting on night to deliver your bliss
Your soul’s at peace in a world of violence
The divine divided by divinity
Trapped in the madding throng
Walled in the other half of your insanity
Your dreams are all real your reality all wrong – Nausher Nash Banaji

She said when you turn the corner
You will no longer see
You’ll be loved or you’ll be hated
For your words and for your dreams
There is a vein for silver, and a place for gold
Iron out of earth, and brass out of stone
Darkness oozes shadows onto her skin
In her hands she measures the weight of the wind
There is a stranger in my head screaming naked in the rain
My mind is clear but my soul is insane- Nausher

Your eyes see your own reflection
Ears listen for the sound of your echo
One builds up a wall
The other fortifies it with mortar
And yet the gust of a memory
Scatters the gravel away
Like white memories on dark days
They escape from one fire
But another devours them
Praise and blame are the same
You are satiated, you are starving
You are the alpha, and the omega
Here you are on the blue mountain
Halfway up, halfway down
Stranded and exiled, looking out to sea
Holding onto misplaced gods
And what you might have been – Nausher Nash Banaji

"I was searching for the keys
all these years
but the door was always open."

"and again the others;
and again the others.
It is so forever,
there is no way out."