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18.1.15

Last Night

Your smell lingers on my bed, on my pants, on the chair that you sat, on every book that you touched. Everywhere.

Admit it. You come over, leave your scent and left just to break my heart.

25.12.14

Pop!

"What are you going to do for the weekend?"
"Nothing. Most probably studying for my exam"
"Let's go eat sushi. Do you eat sushi?"
"Yes I do eat sushi. But where?"
"Al Khobar"
"Al Khobar? No no no no. I have to muggle up for my exam"
"OK"

He looked me deep into my eyes.

"Give me one week. Then you can take me wherever you want to. Even to the moon"
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. Anywhere"
"Promise?"
"Promise"

We locked our little fingers and he smiled.

"Promise"

7.12.14

Little Black Book

"Don't you hate him for what he had done to you?"
"A tiny bit. But being wiped out by his smile"
"Are you dumb or something? Never in my life I see someone so brainless as you. After all the shits that you've been through, you still get over the moon by his fucking smile?"
"I do. That's what love does to you. It puts your sanity at the cliff. Either you stay on the edge worrying to fall down or just jump down and being crazy"


ZA

23.8.14

Jeremiah

It was like running straight into Jeremiah. His scruffy curly hair, his lazy eyes, his running-down-to-mustache kind of beard, his faint smile, even the way that he stole his look to me.

It was like witnessing Jeremiah came back to life. As if the wrecked Chevy that tumbled into the sideway of Highway 1didn't leave him any scratch.

And if what I saw was the incidental reincarnation of Jeremiah, I think the rebirth did go wrong. At least Jeremiah wouldn't jump into the line and pretended that he came first. Jeremiah was the definition of a true gentleman, and a gentleman stays true to himself without even trying to be a jerk.

Jeremiah look alike was not the best thing I have to have today. It's exactly like a moment when you are almost fell asleep and got woken up by the tingling sensation for a pee.

Jeremiah look alike is that pee. And he pretty pissed me off.

11.8.14

Ruckers

It was the longest one hour I had to endure in my entire adult life. It was the wait for something that would not happen. It was the wait for someone that would not come.

I should've listened to my guts. Men are all good at words, twist it, play with it. With flair.

It was the one hour that I felt I had turned myself into a joker.

I was fooled. By a man. Once again.

ZA

17.6.14

Listen

And I wish I can talk to someone who understands.


ZA

10.6.14

Visitor

Muteb popped in front of my room, came in, throwing his big decent smile.

"What happened the other day?"
"What the other day?"
"You whatsapp-ed me, remember?"
"Not a big thing. Just a little friction"
"But you sound troubled. Tell me. Was it personal or business?"
"Personal. But I took care of it. But it does not feel casual anymore"
"What happened?"
"I will tell you. But not here. Somewhere else. Perhaps over two cups of Americano"
"OK. Time will heal everything. Believe me"
"Maybe"
"I know it will. Take care honey"
"You take care too"

He left. I was not dreaming. He just left. Like a puff of smoke, dissolved in the air.

ZA

2.6.14

Friction

“If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.”

— Quentin Tarantino, Pulp Fiction