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.
It’s tiring, isn’t it? Watching people skim the surface while you’re drowning in entire oceans of meaning.
The ones who walk around in their cloak of sanity, believing they’ve figured out life, often fail to see the madness that makes a soul extraordinary.
And maybe that’s why they irritate me—because they lack the depth to grasp what I cherish about humanity: the rawness, the contradictions, the ability to love beyond the ordinary.
— Sadia Hakim // Letters Unsent