A City where two worlds Collide

Sahar Makki

Our Dreams, they're made up of real things. We can be part of a make belief world we run to every once in a while. We can call them dreams, fantasies…whatever makes us inhuman for a brief moment. A moment that’s as elusive as the breath of wind on a hot summer day.

In my mind I see a world filled with colors, possibilities, and many facets if what I could've been. But I chose to be me, with all my imperfections. I never said I was perfect, as a matter of fact I am far from it. All I ever meant through my writings was that although my imperfections may seem unbearable at times, I will remind you that I am worth it. I have been worth it every step of the way.

In my mind, there's this city where two worlds ..or many worlds collide… they mix and match the lost souls of individuals searching for an innocence they are not familiar with anymore. 

Love,

Fearless