They have reduced my soul to clichés
Every person wearing the cloak of sanity has reduced my soul to clichés. That’s how I know they aren’t what I cherish humans for.
I am a neurodivergent and introverted poet from Alpha Centauri currently touring your Solar System. Yes, I am an alien. Be my reader at your human risk.
Every person wearing the cloak of sanity has reduced my soul to clichés. That’s how I know they aren’t what I cherish humans for.
Love, like Venus, doesn’t always descend into open arms. Some loves are written in the sky—too far to hold, too bright to be forgotten. Astropoetica by Sadia
In another life, I know love by its taste, by its touch, by its warmth, by its presence, by its aroma, by its pattern.
No matter where they stab you in the back, the dagger will always end up in your heart. Arabic poetry by Sadia Hakim
Morning rain — it reminds me of my childhood. Calmness. Such an underrated blessing.
It took me years of betrayals and lessons to finally realize that not all people are humans in their very existence.
The ones who scream that the house is burning are called mad, while the ones who set it on fire sit on thrones built of ash.
Nerves are designed to respond, to fire when struck with pain—not to remain dormant. So, the next time someone mocks you for being sensitive or hypersensitive,
How many times must I apologize for simply existing? Somewhere along the way, I learned that my presence was something to be excused. That my voice was something to be softened. That my feelings were something to be hidden beneath layers of “I’m sorry”—as if breathing too loudly was a crime, as if needing space […]
People were never my need. Perspectives were. Hearts were. Souls were. People beyond people were. I always enjoyed people I could unapologetically be my true self with. I always had a desire for someone to be safe being human with. I always had the search going on for personalities that were not only intellectually but […]