something real.

von MaryamSamara

Don´t you ever dare

to confuse

my kindness with


And don´t you even think,

my weakness is weak.

So many liars telling their stories, so how should we know, how to believe, who to thank for and who to blame?

If this house is built of illusions, the sinner might be the seeker for something real.

And how can´t you see, my strength as weakness. And how can you hope for more?