" . I just wanna talk ! "

1977

That's the year he was born . It's pretty strange to celebrate his birthday practically every year without being quite sure of the exact month and day . But i feel responsible for it . That's why i fixed another date that appealed to my acquaintance with this person..

I do it regularly as if i'm building a memorial for that unfortunate love , something that decorates the vacancy in my heart temporarily

and before the day is over , that bitter cake that holds more than 30 candles ends up in a hungry trash. and all the sweet memories that i share with myself are blown away in the blink of an eye

You need to tell me ...
What choices do i have other than watching how things evolve naturally before my eyes , just because my interference will do me no good?

Just tell me ...

What is it with you that makes me feel like a pair of orphan wings flying towards the erotic sun before they eventually get burned

* * *


2009

Seems like a long time ago !
But the irony about time is that no matter how tough it gets , it actually has a little tiny power that even if it changes things , it won't make the difference noticeable .
When it comes to love , this theory is so damn applicable .

I remember the last words we shared on the last phone call ...
He told me :" Yeah , i'm gonna call your father to get things straight about our engagement "

You can guess it yourselves !
He didn't !

You can judge the baseness of the human being by driving them to the temptation of breaking parole . If they yield to it , then guess what ? This human being is full of crap
(and i'm sorry because my anger sometimes gets the better of me , so i simply curse )


* * *


2011

Oh , man !
..
I sometimes laugh out loud when i remember this year
and i sometimes can't help but to shed hot tears when i remember it too ...

It was a messed up year for all of us. I even imagined that we're gonna face a WWIII because of Albou3zizi's little chariot .
Now i'm really and truly and painfully worried about what happens in Syria .

God , am i supposed to live until this Arab world takes the torch of glory ? or is this dream some sort of a sick joke that stuffs our mouths with a desperate laughter ?




(maybe this is not finished yet )