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.