Ilham Ahmed - Things We Left Behind

'No.'



'No? !
What is it about you then? '



'A dweller of sort, occupying that's in between;
LIFE and, '



'Where would that be? '



'Where time is an imagined distance between me, myself and I.

But all this isn't only about me.

All this is more about waiting for someone you know will never come back...

About that spent wander, and the perhaps-crowd of a soulfare.'



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'They say that the art of losing isn't hard to master.'



'The sacred art escapes me.'



'Ever heard of an exile west of midnight? '



'Still a mystery; like that solitary beat of a sound dread.

But all this isn't only about me.

All this is more about waiting for someone you know will never come back...

About that long blank pause and;

The ashes.

The rise.

The jade.'



'Is courage any good? '



'Just another smashing multiplication of a rented world and an intimate doubt.'



'When you are lost, you are not alone | lost not are you, alone are you When.'



'And so it stays

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But all this isn't only about me.

All this is more about waiting for someone you know will never come back...

about that feverish heading, strangers in a strange land;

about the I of wisdom and

'Fihrist'

(a list of the list of the words of the worlds of the words)

Ilham Ahmed

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