What is it like to be ENFP

They call me the "campaigner"Why?
I overthink every single thing
 I would be laying in bed
Play out scenarios
on worst outcomes and settings.
I spend most of times thinking
creating conversations
deeply  that wont even happen
and explode with emotions
Like they are real!

I desire my quality time 
my "me" era
Yes, I love deep communication
but I love to spare 
Some nights for myself
to recharge my physically
and mentally self slowly
and of course
I am always doubting 
My mind is always racing 
swinging and shaking
I could never make up my mind
leading me to become 
Impulsive 
I am a package with regrets
and sins only
I like to think that I am not, 
But this is me
Yeah, I also talk to much
with my keyboards 
typing letters to create 
a sad piece for people to feel 
things, to make them ache 
in place they never felt before, 
Therefore I am a Spaz
I find excitement in the little things
I get super energetic out of the sudden
my friend would always ask me 
" Chill Sally, relax"
But relaxing is not even my thing
I stress, too much
My body explodes from time to time
I wouldn't even want to hang out
with my friends no more

I struggle, I can not be myself around thee
Therefor I allow myself 
To dress nicely, with no occasion happening
To sip a coffee, by myself 
I enjoy it more than listening 
to friends asking me 
why am I too hyper or
too many sad things.
I am fur ball who is intense 
I am intensely emotional and sensitive

I could listen to a song or watch a movie

and God they would effect me in the heart
I feel things deeply,
People dont understand me, especially
the fact when Simba father died
In lion king, I cried myself to sleep that day
or watching the last episode of Friends
made me so weak, and afraid to make any
This is me
This is my self



 
 

A love story

I remember meeting my love one
few years before 12
I was young
We grew a part
and met when I was 16
I knew then, faith must brought us
" It a sign" I yelled

First time we met, 
Everything was shining like a per of sunglasses
We were unstoppable
The kind of love, 
that melt
beautifully, 
effectively 

and smoothly.
I was young, 
When we first met, 
I had no control
but to fall in 
It was easy 
like fire turning into ice
No distant 
but close.
we were in love
I gave love my fully time
I refused to get out of bed
for days, I was busy
I was in love!
Days would pass and I 
would not even notice
it was a routin
but a lovely one
It was the kind of love
that made me get away 
from my friends, and family
It was the kind 
that made me go wild and crazy
it was just everything
I was in love!
my love life lived in my walls
inside my skull, heart and brain
It hurt me in places that I didn't even know 
they existed 
It lived in places, memories
and late nights 
Years later, 
I couldn't even stop, 
I was in love
our relationship was not bad
I used to fix it with a good cry 
and a book
I remember allowing myself
to increase the nightmares
whenever my love partner
would give up on me
years later, I discover
that my life for thee
Was useless
I was the giving more type
But I grew bitter not better
I forced the noises in my head
to pick a keywords
that made my heart bend
I convinced myself
that all of those heartache
was from myself
only
That all of those times
that we fought, and broke a part
Was nothing
but a creation of a story
that I did
I demanded myself
to wake up
pretend like I was asleep
and wake up
with no anxiety
insomnia
or everything
I would rush my body
so fast, so I dont faint
from the pain that lived in my heart
the dull that kept me wondering
" what did I do wrong"

I was in love,
I had it all,
the time, texts, late night coffee
missing it
I had it all,
So, why would I give up
Instead, I swallowed it
like it a part of me
and I loved it
my love story
is like no other
young love
To be able
to love
depression
To be able to
be loved back
from it
is magical
Depression
took my flaws
Ate them
and continued
Depression
Took my hands
on late night talks
and command them to dance
Depression
is that good talk
is love
is no sad
is a heart
Depression is
love
Depression is
love

This is where we shall love

This is where we love,
When our hands are closed tightly
While we cross boards
When the sun kisses the sky
good night
When your skin feels
the touch
When you scream out loud
for having a wonderful day
This is where we love,
When its the last second on the phone
before we hung up
When its the last piece of cake
On the rocks
Where our souls will dance wild and wired
and free
This is where we love
When our heart chooses
to write goodbye letters and notes
When its the last tissue on the box
When our heart decided
its time to love
This is where we love,
When we touch
our souls in the middle

Palestine

ولا القدس. مدينة القدس من برودة البشر عم تندفن
ونحن صامدون. واقفين خلف شاشات
بنغرد بصوت ضغيف على امل من نوع خفيف
كل افعالنا هي كتابات الكتروانية فقط
احكولي واين الكرامة؟ واين الشجاعة؟
الشجاعة الوحيدة الموجودة هي للحجر
صوت الحجر الوحيد الي قام يحمي الانتفاضة
يا ترى كيف وجهنا قدام ربنا؟
و الأمانة امانة عروبتنا
نحن فقط تتحرك عيوننا بالبكاء
تغمرنا رعشة الحزن لبضعة ايام و نصمت
فنحن ليس إلا جبناء العالم نحن لا شياء
نكرة على وطن يُغتصب يومياً
على أقرن أعيوننا. نحن لا شياء
سوى أدمغة مدمرة. نحن لا شياء
أين أصلاحنا؟ في الربيع العربي
الذي يكاد أن ينسى أين الضمير العربي
أين هو ؟
فأن فلسطين
لا تحتاج دموعا من خلف شاشة التلفاز
لا تريد قشعريرة على أجسم الانسان
ففلسطين كبريائها تهزم عدونا كل يوم من دون شفقة
من خلف شاشة الاكتروانية
و نحن صامدون الى متى؟
الى متى
#فلسطين_اول_واخر_حب