I don't know where I belong , but I know that this is not it.

What if we are all just one breath away from being the true sum of insanity and passion that we really are,  when circumstances take a knife to the masks we wear so often , spilling blood and ego and character in its truest , naked form, lying supine and vulnerable to the mockery time makes of us , the fluctuations between animalistic desire and spiritual submission , the absolutely wildly lonely crossroads between the nafs and the rūh where nothing promises to save you except the tragedies that He taught you the truth by.