When you are gone

When we go to a party together, I don’t spend time with you. I’d stand at the other side of the room and smile at you, pretending that we are secretly in love. And when I take you home, I pretend that this is our first night for us together and we have just came back from our wedding party. And when you meet me after I come from work, I see you as a child running to her papa. And when you are sad, I imagine that I’m taking you away to a happy world made of jasmines. And when you cry, every tear burns me leaving a scar. I would lay next to you at night afraid that I may die before you and leave you with no one to lean on. And now that you are gone, I cannot move two steps away from your gravestone. If I could bury myself alive with you to enjoy just watching you. I knew you would leave, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon. You left me here to live alone in this brutal world to mourn you. I can’t believe I let you go away. I hate myself for being so helpless. And that is when you are gone.

End

the vision girl

love is blind

Nothing but darkness I could see. Never cared, never will. Everything is here in this head of mine. Lights and bright shiny wrapped presents. The cake centered the table with everyone around. Happy birthday song was loud while I was sitting in my chair in the balcony next door to hers. I could see her smiling. Showing her white teeth. Putting her hands on the shoulders of two of her friends to make a perfect scene for taking the perfect picture. Then flash, awakened my memory of the good days of ours. The day I hit her _Not in purpose_ while I was entering the café she was leaving. She stopped, looked back I apologized and she smiled and left.

Then, the next day while I was sitting by the sea and she came and stood -right in front of me- did not seem to see me, looked at the sea with bright eyes which I could see when she turned in her way leaving so I smiled, but she didn't smile back.. That was our first date. Then, came that day when I woke up hearing her shouting at whoever was standing in front of her. And the sun rays which sneaked from the window made her brown hair shinning and the small lines which settled in her forehead made her anger look sweet and pretty.

Then came the day when she first spoke to me. When she was handled her mail from the postman she was opening one of them rapidly while I was passing by, looking at her and deep down in me I told her how beautiful she is. At that moment she took a deep breath, looked at the sky and said thanks. She said thanks and I floated. No thank you for everything. Then her birthday. That was the day when I first held her close to me. When she was crossing the street to reach her friend and I was there, trying to catch her to give her present. She was not aware to the running vehicle and I ran to her, took her away as fast as I could. Then we fall, and I haven't seen her since then although she was right there. Why? Because I went blind. But I don't care love itself is blind, and I'm the slave of love.

End.

By the vision girl

Diaries of a Doctor

we meet a lot of people every day. We see them in their moments of weakness, desperation, and pain. We touch them while their own families can’t. Yet, the connection is temporary. We fix them or lose them, the day ends and we move on, as if they have never been there. And it suits me just fine.

I used to love what I’m doing, the ability to save a life. I’m so good at what I’m doing. Today we were able to save a girl from going blind, I saved a baby’s life, but I didn’t feel it, the ecstasy of saving a life.

I thought of leaving my job, maybe move out and change my name… I remember a cartoon I saw in a magazine once, about a man sitting in front of a sliding door. One side has a sign says ‘’ DO NOT ENTER’’ and the other side has a sign says ‘’DO NOT EXIT’’. The man sits there, in front of the sliding door holding his hat and… he doesn’t know what to do.