Written by Areej is a Saudi-born Pakistani citizen, now doing her B.A. in Ontario, Canada. Areej officially studies English and Philosophy but can be found at all hours gobbling up a book on something or other. While being a devoted DWL-ite, she is also (very much by luck, chance) a Poetry Editor at The Missing Slate. She happens to write poetry that some deem publishable, also by luck, chance, and in her spare time (if an undergraduate student can claim to have such a thing) she indulges in copious amounts of bad television and cheesy movies about kittens. Her favourite word at the time of writing this bio is "silly." Read more by this writer |
FluidA flood of thoughts and words and questions I have never asked you, in a flood of silent instances when we could have shared a flood of overtures and requiems together, recedes into a river of uncertainty and insecurities suffocating a bed of logic and reason beneath its raging waters flows into a current of lies and self-reflection within a sea of love and longing that lacks a drop of self-acceptance between the shores. |
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