Circle

كتبهاعابر سبيل من مدينة الخليل،،،، ، في 3 حزيران 2006 الساعة: 02:11 ص

The end

Back to my sanctuary,

To my resort,

Leaving all burdens behind,

Denying the truth,

Reassuring myself,

Back to my first instinctive human calls

Here… on my bed… I surrender……

But… still there are few soldiers managed to smother my night,

I fight them with one hand… -Without a sword-… They die,

Passengers riding all kinds of means, with colorful black wearing weaved out of dust, who led them to me, or did I lead my self to them … forget it who will ever need to know!!

At least it is not the truth…you’re going to ask me what the heck made me think that it is not the truth…

Sir, to avoid this debate… I’ll tell you the truth or at least the "truth" as I see; we all have our own "truths"… I think you’ll agree on that… anyway it doesn’t matter, let’s go back were we last stopped…ah

You mean the truth thing J ok… let’s go on with it

Sir! If you have a truth of your own at least try to respect mine, we left the wars behind so don’t spark another…I am not in the mood

Mood! Ha… I love that word… it is the easiest away to avoid oneself ….

What do you mean by that!

Let’s go back to you again, your way of talking is like an old woman weaving a wool shirt for her son 6 months before winter… I know you’ll make it… but will this son even put this shirt on?… he might try it before her …and who knows, this shirt might turn into a rug, just one day after…or when he turns his back to her…. Pale laughter…

Please, don’t misinterpret my words… it is just a reminder; I have billions of…. I gave you this moment of my life and I have the right to make my own rules.

Whose rules!

Silence …..

Silence again…..

Well!

Silence …

Well what?

Nothing!

What nothing?

Silence …

I think I should leave…

Where to?

Just forget it…