Index | Seasonless'25
/Flip through the pages/
Every thread that formed a grid,
every stitch that held the sheets together-
a quiet archive of becoming.
Fantastical diagrams, complex machinations- each a tribute to a budding idea.
Each idea, a ripple of thought,
another long conversation with the self.
Corners folded like dog-eared memories,
where a moment of pause met a flicker of insight.
Hurried scribbles in the margins gave rise to misprinted versions
of a familiar song- a melody rewritten in haste unknowingly marking an era of being.
Every game of dots and boxes, tic-tac-toe- a brief escape from the endless pursuit
of perfecting perfection.
Pencil strokes. Eraser shadows. Ink blots. In between the rough sketches and the final plots,
hid the poetry of the process: unfiltered, unjudged, undeterred.
A map of what was, what is, and what could be. A sanctuary in the making.
Imagined in stillness,
This notebook belongs to: Lafaani.
