Huge Vacuum

Recalling those songs that were the soundtrack of our meetings and misunderstandings, I can not help a trying to born smile. The smile that carries the pain, frustration, affection and melancholy of seven years we've been "together".

They say that nothing last forever.
During this time, I wished that were not true. Now I wonder with whom I will drink Tamr Hind in plastic bags, who will take me to Basata or Ananda, who would force himself to drink a disgusting lemon juice to make me happy, who will go with me to the Carrefour shopping for Ramadan, who will bring me ice cream to make me feel better on a bad day, who will help me with my papers in Arabic for exams, who will spend a sleepless night even having to go to work the day after (just to be with me ),... Who I will unconditionally be besides me for so many years, even when not deserved? Briefly, who will be YOU. Who would be "MBF" (My Best Friend)?.

I'll Always Miss you. And, even if you change and go far from me, I will never forget those moments we spent together. Neither try to stop you on your way to happiness.

A day away to never hear from you again.
A day away of the huge vacuum you will leave besides me.

Drafts!

Why latelly I dont seem convinced with anything I write??

Rag Doll

2003... we were just two children. How has the time pass... and how did the days pass by us and leave. Always my main reference in Egypt, my best friend, always surrounded with problems. I wonder if everything could have been different ... if the two TDOL hadn't been so similar at the start and so different at the end, in that bottle created when the world was created.


Now there is a rag doll, which doesn't move nor talk...
who doesn't feels or suffers... with buttons instead of eyes, with thread closing her mouth.
And everything is dark around. But she doesn't cares.
Because her buttons eyes are close.