Some years don’t end. They just get compressed into strings we carry in the back of our minds — unhealed, unspoken, unlived.
— the memory you left taryf — time and regret, you fade tabah — trying all bridges, all hopes hp — holding patterns lyzr — lazy reactor, still spinning but not changing 2015 — the year something cracked open or quietly shut. thmyl-taryf-tabah-hp-lyzr-2015
You don’t have to decode it for anyone. But maybe tonight, whisper it to yourself and let the silence finish the sentence. Some years don’t end