embrace the new moment

we eat pomegranates differently

misplaced love breeds misplaced hate, 

at the end of the day they're one and the same,

when fascination subsides, reality overrides, 

is it too late to change how we operate?

you squeezed your way in, then rolled away, 

leaving a trail of lost moments and memory replays,

I downplay your importance, to match your nonchalance, 

aware that I could elevate you to heaven with no regrets,

but its the wrong place to invest, and it's no time to confess, 

you leave me a mess because you can't see that you're blessed

clap me in iron, leave me in chains, 

lock me in solitary, I'd still feel the same

I miss you most days, it's always this way, 

but one moment of sentiment breeds ten of regret

we seem to be going down different paths, 

but I want to believe that this is because

you know where you are going and I’m still lost.

"Just because we don't talk doesn't mean I don't think about you. 

I'm just trying to distance myself because I know I can't have you."**

words and their worth i have come to doubt,

unfinished half-truths leaving questions unasked,

the lines between saying more than I mean,

words no longer used to portray what is real

I poured out my heart and all I heard

was the echo of your laugh

we ate pomegranates differently,

but your indifference let us fall apart

** Wiz Khalifa

more difficulties, more perfection.

“The more difficulties one sees in the world the more perfect one becomes. The more you plough and dig the ground the more fertile it becomes. The more you cut the branches of a tree the higher and stronger it grows. The more you put the gold in the fire the purer it becomes. The more you sharpen the steel by grinding the better it cuts. Therefore, the more sorrows one sees the more perfect one becomes. That is why, in all times, the Prophets of God have had tribulations and difficulties to withstand. The more often the captain of a ship is in the tempest and difficult sailing the greater his knowledge becomes. Therefore I am happy that you have had great tribulations and difficulties. For this I am very happy — that you have had many sorrows. Strange it is that I love you and still I am happy that you have sorrows.”

—	Abdu'l-Baha - Star of the West, vol. 14, no. 2, p. 41.