I travel in my mind like a tourist searching, searching for answers to questions. It loves creating,
creating a myriad of situations that leads to brink of anxiety,
an anxiety that make me question my very existence in this dunya,
a dunya that I call home but makes me feel so strange.
⁃ A stranger amongst familiar searching for peace that dunya can’t provide,
⁃ Thus back to step one, let’s do this all again…again…again…