Basma-Eletreby

It has been a year, probably more, since I forgot who I am. I started living in other people's shoes. At first I was doing this intentionally; I wanted to be more understanding, more aware, and more forgiving, and it worked. I became more understanding, kind of more aware, and also quite more forgiving. But then I reached a point where I couldn't stop myself. I'm no longer doing this because I want to, I'm doing it because this is who I am, or actually, maybe, who I think I am, and it doesn't feel good. I'm a person with many contrasts. On some level, I am the kind of person who, when gives it some thought, finds strange relief and satisfact

I've Seen You Somewhere Before.. And I knew Your Name.. But I Can't Recall.. You Had The Same Smile .. Same Hair Cut .. Same Dressing Style.. Same Cola Drink You used To Have when You are Hot.. And Here Is Money In Your Back Pocket about To Fall.. A Fifty.. Which Means all The Other Pockets are Empty.. I Do Remember .. You were Younger.. Slimmer .. Your Skin was Brighter.. And Your Teeth were Smaller .. You had a Navy Dress .. With Pink Roses on The Edges.. Playing all The Time .. Running .. Laughing .. Riding Your Bicycle .. One of The Reasons why You were Covered with Scratches.. I used To watch You and Smile.. A Smil

Waiting for the light.. Waiting for the dark.. Waiting for the "something".. That would give life a spark.. Waiting around for the unknown.. Assuming then pain will be gone.. Waiting for Heaven.. Waiting for Hell.. Waiting for God's miracle.. Waiting for someone to cast a spell.. To break these " chains of uncertainty " .. That demolish every second of Hope.. Is it all about Vanity ? Or am I fooling myself by trying to cope ? Waiting for the end to start.. Or for the start to end.. Waiting for the sun to rise.. For the moon to sit.. Waiting for My eyes to blink.. My Fears to shrink.. My head to stop spinning around .. My