I’m one of the few in a madding crowd, as they pour their eyes on me I shake my head out within the cloud. To not trust me by sight, but feel the relent of sacred night. As I speak not for al; I have my words not spoken loud. For this I’m not proud. […]

‘vehemence, — Jojo Al-waealy

***Reblogged by Francis Barker, blogger, writer, poet, artist, astrologer.