The spiral roads I was forced to take for me to avoid all the traffic.
Cairo sucks the soul out of you sometimes. Cairo is mean like that, like an ex you never really got over who never fails to impose.
I shift my concentration to the edgy music pumping from my player. I drift away with the memory of a rocky beach, somewhere not far off from here. The ride back home from the beach would seem like the end of the world to me.
"The end of the world", the words slip my lips into my bubble of a car.
Had you been given the choice, this is exactly how you would've wanted the world to end.... while on a long ride home with him.....
You know, this could be the last breath you withdraw. And this might as well be the last song you will get to sing. This could be the last face you look upon and yet you chose for that face to be of a stranger. And how could a stranger be the witness of your last word?
You portrait your life like one that doesn't matter. Haven't you met that person who will engrave you last breath, song and word into their memory until they meet you again?
