Walks in the rain.

Today will be quite a long and tiresome. The sun is not up yet and I’ve a load of papers to write. I’m mentally tangled right now with my sciences, the numbers and discrete amounts of irrelevant worries. At least the week is coming to an end. Out in the open, I’m filled with regrets. I wish to take back words and gestures, from the previous 48 hours or maybe from the start of this week. Sometimes I wonder, I learn nothing beneficial. Just facts, text suggested truths, and then I am tested and in a matter of hours, it’s dismissed from my thoughts.

Bleh with my nonsense. So tell me what’s new with you?

Silence…… Maybe you will appreciate.

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-Mohammad Abdo – Al Amaken

-Ibrahim Al Hakami – Shou Bini

-Saber El Roubai – 3ezet Nafsy

Then again, maybe you won’t. Sleep beckons, and I have an early schedule to denounce. Maybe later on, this morning you would call this night, I’ll write you a decent post. Time difference, seas apart.

It’s been too long. Long enough for you to forget to miss me. I bundle my words now, kept them in storage rather than publishing. Your busy with life. Exclude me.  You know, I think I’ve grown old. Too old to care, give a damn. Barely eighteen. Do you know, that I am selfishly enjoying my leisurely walks, on fine moss grass, as the soft breeze gently soothes my insides. Here I am, the wind is chilly. The clouds are mesmerizing, justly beautiful. I’m cold now. Slowly, I’m getting used to this life. Responsibility, individuality, miles away from you.