Not much rain drops, so I took a picture of a twig 🙂

At least, I posted it, that is all that should matter…

Patience,…

The least expected outcome, decides to come…

Life, oh life and it’s wonders…Sometimes its irratating.

And if it rains, as the weatherman says, I’ll photograph you the droplets and post them…

My infatuation, dedicated to you..

Have you realized,

I always promise, but nothing happens..so don’t expect much…

just another picture-less post…!

So tell me, once in a life time, once in a dream…

Everything stays the same, but I’ve changed and you’ve changed.

So…

I think I’ve been thinking too much. Does it ever happen to you? Hmm, let’s see… It’s been ages since I last wrote a decent post. The past posts were vague, intentionally scripted so you could never decipher the triggered nonsense that made perfect sense to me. Clever, aye?

So life here is far too pleasant, and good natured. Everything is adequate. The natural beauty ( in nature) has been indescribable. It’s the kind of perfection many picture in fairy-unrealistic tales. The weather however, is too demanding. Indeed I didn’t expect to be showered by rains, blinded by the rays of sunlight and frozen from the gust of winds all in one day. Seriously, I can’t leave the house without a mode of protection, a warm wool sweater. I don’t think I’d be suprised if it actually snowed in the weather cycle. But that’s too early to detail and note. It’s only October and the autumn weather here feels like winter.

Back to the point of this post, I have been thinking too much. I should tone down my neural brain activity to a minimum output of a fair amount of neurons accepting certain packets of information. I guess I have been using my frontal lobes to an extreme (btw, I’m just in the psychological context, in truth reviewing for an exam). What I need is a breathe of fresh air…and I am well aware that come the morning, my need will be fulfilled.

Sweet dreams.

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Walks in the rain.

Today will be quite a long and tiresome. The sun is not up yet and I’ve a load of papers to write. I’m mentally tangled right now with my sciences, the numbers and discrete amounts of irrelevant worries. At least the week is coming to an end. Out in the open, I’m filled with regrets. I wish to take back words and gestures, from the previous 48 hours or maybe from the start of this week. Sometimes I wonder, I learn nothing beneficial. Just facts, text suggested truths, and then I am tested and in a matter of hours, it’s dismissed from my thoughts.

Bleh with my nonsense. So tell me what’s new with you?

Silence…… Maybe you will appreciate.

www.listenarabic.com and type,

-Mohammad Abdo – Al Amaken

-Ibrahim Al Hakami – Shou Bini

-Saber El Roubai – 3ezet Nafsy

Then again, maybe you won’t. Sleep beckons, and I have an early schedule to denounce. Maybe later on, this morning you would call this night, I’ll write you a decent post. Time difference, seas apart.

boo.

Does it please you? Does it really?

I’d like to thank my ingenious devil of a sister for a vintage piece of art my cheers darling and the lady in red, jacqui whose made it all possible to be up and running, in a mere 5 minutes….remarkable.

Change is good, don’t you think?

I wanted to, I really did. Now I’m standing on the sidelines bartering my flesh. Just to see you once; last again. I dont mind it, not anymore. I’ve aged and grown to understand, you won’t mind peeling my burnt skin. You torched it with your eyes. Those eyes that reveal shame. You’re a serious caution, my aching disposition. Could you seize to exist, in the core of my mind. In the figment of my dreams, you are a bitter sense of reality. I am drugged for love, loving just you.

I dont want to, I really dont. I’m content on standing aside as you take your pick. From frauds and fakes and those fish. A few more days and we will call it quits. I exist, and you too – so choose. I still will continue to hate you. A posion to my lips. Flithy sink.

I’ve learned each day; running to lesson this pain. Of love, of ardor, of affection, my passion. I used to admire you. Begged to walk on broken glass, I ached for you.

Now, those lies you’ve unkept and I buried well daunt and flaunt against my face. They playfully caress my blushing cheeks.

I was blind. I chose not to see. Just feel. I feel ashamed of loving you. Thinking of you. Through it all, you wore a mask. Hidden once, now unmasked. Tonight I saw your drunken eyes and swollen lips. You held a glass and sipped….

I drink to you, I drink for he, I’m drunk on words, and the pain…it still exists.

My Fiction, Your Truth

Inside me, you silently die. I am cold, torn apart. Forgotten – you move aside. I resume my dying.

On the cold ground exposed – I am inexistent. My breathing is false. My soul is demised. 

My eyes, they gave out. Weeping and scorning my flesh. Persist I care not to resist. I am – I am bare and distraught. Do not please, I am, I have already been deceased.

Resume breathing for me, I am end.

 

Life. Living. Dead.

Pleasure me with anguish, and spit.

Bleeding, I am tortured.

Young we were, I still – shamefully- breathe.

Does it matter, if you never cared?

Spare me the subtitles, I ache.

I am your waste.

Dispensed from your rigid grip.

Seize and let me exist.

Let go, release.

I am and will be.

Alone.

In shreds.

“Do you love me?…”

I exist.

For you,

my with Love.

-Battle Field

older now.