تأكد انى كنت استمع إليها
و أنى لا أطيق إنتظارك أكثر من ذلك
تأكد أن أنفاسك تلاحقنى
حتى فى موتى
الذى آتٍ آت
فلتثور على الحياه مثلى
و تأتى إلىِِ
فأنت آتٍ آت
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Monday List
1.Sign that Petition.
2.Send your car/laptop/whatever thing that has been bothering you for ages to get fixed.
3. Show-up at that place where you are the Rock Star.
4. Spend time with the friend who's leaving (Wessam).
5. Start reading a new book.
6. Shape that hair.
7. Find him, and hug him and let out that sigh of relief.
2.Send your car/laptop/whatever thing that has been bothering you for ages to get fixed.
3. Show-up at that place where you are the Rock Star.
4. Spend time with the friend who's leaving (Wessam).
5. Start reading a new book.
6. Shape that hair.
7. Find him, and hug him and let out that sigh of relief.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Just to Catch a Flame...
I didn't take the day off. I am reporting for home. But then again I didn't have to drive all the way to down town or pay 10 pounds for parking my car.
I haven't been able to concentrate enough to read or write or research.
I wake up everyday.....well....not wanting to wake up.
There's that memory that persists. It makes everything else seem not enough.
That mold you are pored into isn't the end, it is a mean. How about different means, how about different plans and different needs.
Can one night on the sea shore make you less of a materialistic pig and more of a soul?
Please realize how insignificant we are.
We are just a moment in time.
No one cares what we do and where we've been.
and in that I find the biggest relief.
I find a different version of what makes me happy.
You make me peaceful ( I know how shocking that might sound)
You are you.
I am me.
It makes perfect sense.
Am i jinxing it?
You pump music thought my veins.
You float and I dwell around you in hopes of catching your scent or your tone of voice.
It's your heaven I believe in.
It's our Utopia
And I wouldn't dare to think of something outside that phase am in.
You are whole.
I am whole.
We don't leave spaces to be filled.
Something- The Beatles.
I haven't been able to concentrate enough to read or write or research.
I wake up everyday.....well....not wanting to wake up.
There's that memory that persists. It makes everything else seem not enough.
That mold you are pored into isn't the end, it is a mean. How about different means, how about different plans and different needs.
Can one night on the sea shore make you less of a materialistic pig and more of a soul?
Please realize how insignificant we are.
We are just a moment in time.
No one cares what we do and where we've been.
and in that I find the biggest relief.
I find a different version of what makes me happy.
You make me peaceful ( I know how shocking that might sound)
You are you.
I am me.
It makes perfect sense.
Am i jinxing it?
You pump music thought my veins.
You float and I dwell around you in hopes of catching your scent or your tone of voice.
It's your heaven I believe in.
It's our Utopia
And I wouldn't dare to think of something outside that phase am in.
You are whole.
I am whole.
We don't leave spaces to be filled.
Something- The Beatles.
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