A bullet

I need a brush to paint a smile on their sad faces.

I need a fast car to escape my desires.

I need a bully to remind me of my childhood.

I need a halo so I can look better in photos.

I need some attention to keep stabilizing my ego.

I need anarchy to revolt against my anger’s authority.

I need a bullet to shoot the evil that strangled my innocence.

Thinking loud

Why do I have to carry that cross? What about some “Simon” to help me on the way?

It bugs, it burns when Michael doesn’t stand for his beliefs.

“I will save the world”, what a joke. I can’t even save myself.

I’ve made 10 rounds around the sun, but it feels cold.

I doubt the rules of my physics: Mike has much potential, but null Kinetic.

Once upon a time there was an idea, a gift free Christmas and… “Much fuss about nothing”…..The end L

Giving a hug can sometimes turns out to be a painful experience, is that normal?

I don’t regret wasting some time watching “Jamie Oliver”.

I think Jesus won’t make it this year; there are too many boxes blocking his way.

I asked Wafaa and she answered:

A friend asked me the other day if I sometimes wonder about the reason of my living. I have to admit he chose a perfect timing. With everything circulating, I was dreadfully searching the answer to that. Well my friend, every time my circumstances rule, that question troubles my mind. Every time despair imbues my whole being, I think of it. Many times I have slipped down to the fisrt step of the ladder that took me ages to scramble in seconds. I find myself starting from naught again - blowing away my dreams and collecting the wrecks to start building new ones. And then, endless thoughts invade me; I even doubt if it is worth trying at all. If chances have ever failed you repeatedly when you needed them the most, you would know what I mean. I usually believe there must be an ingress behind which hope is waiting, but this belief is shaken on such times. You might judge it a pessimistic attitude, but I can do nothing about it; not as long as the world moves on while I am stuck inside a loop, stupidly moving on a track with no shifts. To say the truth, I am exhausted; I am sick of giving up my dreams and expectations again and again. I wish you have given me the answer instead my friend, because up to this moment, I fall flat finding it.

Casper & You: And Wafaa wrote

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And Wafaa wrote

You are the voice that provoked my stillness in its depths. I was staggered by your humanity. You have released me from being so caught up inside myself. While my turmoil overshadowed my thinking, your kindness sneaked in and eclipsed my anguish. Despite the scars that life has handed you over, you refuse but to keep on giving. Although you know that wounds embeded in you are yet to heal, you continue writing new aspirations on the wind, with a growing hope they be blown and rooted in a vigorous nation. Notwithstanding the conflicts overrunning your mind, you able to paint colors on a blackened base. You faced down the demons of your suffering to work for a greater good. With a spirit as yours, it is worth peering beyond one's own being. You have taught me the meaning of persistence and the blessing of giving. You have become an inspiration to me, as I believe you are for many others. You are so beautiful to exist in a blind world like ours. Looking up to you is of my supreme ambitions. Your exquisiteness blossoms hope in the vicinity of despair. Keep on shining, for the beam you have ignited is never to be quenched and your brightness will find the way to set the darkness erected on life to light.