warm winter

the story of my surroundings

 

A very special dedication to Hoda Adam thank you for your very specialpresence in my life 

   Now that i am in peace with the universe . now that the moon has accepted me as one of his daughters i shall die in peace 

everyday i take part of a tale : a never ending one that i slip out of miraculously by midnight to wait for the sun rays to accompany me to a new one where i could be a slave one day or an empress the other for all i know .. but what i do know is that even if i show leadership i am always waiting for something . for a signal , for my Que. for we don't move alone but in some sort of a magical harmony following a weak rhythm of a natural music .

only those who can see the magic in the smallest things in life can hear that music . can enjoy the everlasting rhythm clearly can dance freely 

and i did wish i could interlace my fingers with yours . dance with you through the woods till we hit the dewy grass high on each other high on love . but you .. you ran away from the truth like a kid running from their punishment . but the kid never knew  that from then on the truth shall be his biggest fears that once he let himself hide under his bed he'll spend his life hiding under a cup of coffee . under a stack of useless papers he calls work in a cubicle that gets smaller and smaller everyday . he never knew that by his 40s he'd wish for a quick painless way to just vanish and leave that cubicle to it's papers that seem to reproduce in his absence . 

 strange thing is that you knew all of that ,  yet you chose to run away : to live with a dry mouth next to the river .. while i dived my way to the farthest depths of the river .. plunged in hands up to the sky asking for the moon's blessing and i knew i got it when i started breathing underwater . when i saw the silver rays breaking through the water with me making me feel like a goddess.

but being underwater didn't prevent me from hearing your soul screaming as well as theirs . now you are as wretched and pitiable as the people you used to make fun of . i could tell from where i am that you are on your knees in a throng begging the earth to revolt against your misery to let out it's burning contents or to just swallow you all . . but the earth that's in love with the water could never dream of burying it's beloved twinkling beauty under the consequences of a meaningless fit of rage .

so love , no one will be able to save you but yourself . start by loosening that tie that'd been chocking you for too long and fill your lungs with the midnight holy air . choose yourself a spot where you can pray , find your own door to the sky and leave mine for me only and finally , don't wait for a her to take you by the hand run through the fields alone and you'll experience the real intimacy .. take in the sceneries until you are bathed by the morning light and don't you dare hide your self love , your flaws shall be loved and appreciated before your qualities and remember that silence is the first and will remain the purest