The twanging of life
Eleventh part : The ash of the past
Every thought of going back to my previous life and myself faded away from my mind as I drove some beautiful girls on that an ugly street near Alwaha mall .. what is left there to go back to anyway with beauty, if ugliness covers all my life ?! .. so I made that decision to go through the ugliness of life to the beauty of girls eyes because at least here inside the pupil I can forget myself in the roars of love wind and eerie silence that covers the surroundings like a dark blanket .. at a distance between closing the eye and opening the same eye again I saw a flickering streetlamp.
Sometimes I feel guilty when I think about all those people in this world who are fighting for their lives or those people who are smoking in the streets and holding the fingers of love and then I look at myself wasting my time in the screen of my phone and wasting my breaths in their cigarettes by indirect way and letting them fade away with the grey smoke "useless as my friend Mawada calls me always" .. but yesterday the sun was setting, leaving behind only darkness which meant, now I can see stars in the afternoon, I stood there in EDC looking up at the sky changing colors from blue to orange to purple to black and the sky never failed to amaze me with all its wonders, with the colors spreading in all their glory and soon the stars started to twinkle and my phone started to ring .. I wished that it was a call from my past but when I looked at the phone screen it was an unknown number .. I received the call and put the phone near my left ear .. no one spoke from the other side and I didn’t have even the energy to utter a word .. so at last I cut the call without even asking who was on the other side and put back the phone in my pocket because I remembered that the past never calls us again.
I stared at the sky and the stars and I looked at the currently half burnt cigarette in a hand of student .. the smoke he exhaled out of his mouth and the ashes of the last breath lying on the ground soon to be carried away with the wind .. somewhere in the back of his mind .. I wished to be a part of them .. the sky, the stars, the smoke, the ashes and everything I am not and everything that destroys me but somehow keeps me alive .
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