FootPrints 4

لأنّي بحب كفّات الإجرين إن جينيرال. 

FootPrints 4 

Illustrated by MySelf

A Day Off.

Yesterday I had a day OFF.

No Work.

No Studying.

No Flat-Mates.

No Commitments.

Nothing.

Just Me, I and myself.

I woke up around 11 am, prepared a breakfast and a cup of coffee.

Then, I wore my Green Swim-Suite, took the Bike and Started my way to Serenity.

It was the first time since I moved to Tel-Aviv (4 Years ago), That I do Such a thing.

I knew where I'm heading, But I didn't know the roads that much, but I didn't care. all the ways lead to Rome. or Ramat Aviv in my case :)

I've Arrived.

Not a lot of people in the Beach.. it's Sunday noon, most of them are working in these hours.

PERFECT!

I put my towel down on the sand, Some carrot oil on my exposed body and good music was played through my headphones.

4 hours under the sun, letting the sand burn my skin. Alone.

I felt Good.

Very Good.

Excellent.

In times like these, there're nothing better than being alone, think alone and be yourself.

Tranquility,

Serenity wHadat Bal. w Hanan.

Tal Baruch Beach, 17/07/2011

هيك!

كل واحد بحكي انه الواحد لازم يكون بعلاقة عشان يكون مبسوط... كذاب.

الحب هوّي اشي بسيط.. بس مش كل واحد بقدر يمنحه.

أنا.. لا احب ولا ادّعي الحب. فحلّوا عني.

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أكره نهايات الأسبوع.. الوحيدة.

أتى القمر..

في أغاني الّي دايمًا بتذكرك بإشي معيّن..

حدث.. كلمة.. نقاش.. وضع.. يوم.. محادثة.. او أي اشي ثاني.

في أغاني بتخلّيك تصفن..

بتوخدك على محل بعيد..

او قريب..

في أغاني بِتعَيْشك لحظة مشتاق لإلها..

بترجعك لهداك المحل الحلو..

او بشع..

في أغاني بترسملك بسمة عشفافك..

او بتنزّل دمعتك.

في أغاني بتحسّسك وكأنّك دراما كوين..

وفي أغاني بتخلّيك مجنون!

مفعم بطاقات!

أدرينالين!

وبالنهاية.. 

بحب احكي للإنسان الّي سمّعني هاي الأغنية الرائعة لأوّل مرّة...

خبّئني بوحدتي..

وخُذ المجدَ والسّهر.

اشتقتلّك.

Give me a Break.

what should a man do when he realizes he spent years by years doing something he doesn't really like? hmm.. Maybe "like" isn't the appropriate word to say. But How can I explain this? 

maybe he likes it but the circumstances didn't help him that much. 

Moreover, they're pushing him back. Again and Again. 

even if he tries to get over all the obstacles, in some point he would break into little pieces. and then what? 

what about his illusion? that everything is gonna be alright? 

where is the enthusiasm? Creativity? Good will? Love? Passion?? 

How it could be, that such a precious thing can get lost? that Easily? 

Are we connected that much with life? others? enviroment? Mood? Music? Beauty? Social Networks? Pencil? 

I feel LOST. 

my thoughts are very scattered. I need a slap. I wanna wake up.

Please. Wake me up!

Wake me up.. When this Nightmare ends. 

(Illustration made by myself)

Thoughts.