I’m leaving you with a rather melancholy picture, but in the depths of my heart I’m happy.
إنها لمقبرة، تفوح برائحة البيرة، وتتسلّح بأحلام الاستقرار، بوّابها حياة كريمة بالوجع، وحفّارها سكين لا تبدد الخوف. سبق وأن سألتيني عن السينما، فبماذا أجبتك؟ يبدو بأنكِ أبعد من أن تسمعيني الآن لكن يدي الدبقتين من تكرار مسح الدموع قد أدركتا مسبقا بقدرتهما على خنقك، وأنا الآن أعيش حياتي متناوطًا لعنق يتبعني.
that wagon scene feels like visiting your family after being away for a long time and not being able to relate to their style of living, their worries, how they talk and live with each other. that utter detachment. you feel ugly and you wanna vomit all of that hatred and cruelty inside of you. a long lasting moment of deep blue coloring the hallway and your old room. it's passed midnight and you couldn't sleep, you get up and…
What about the emptiness you left for me? Why didn't you take your absence with you?
You grabbed my hand and I looked at you, you were there, fighting the tears. I looked away and you left, you weren't there, I cried. I woke up into an endless road surrounded by trees. I was scared but you weren't there. I yelled but you weren't there. I woke up again and here I am, looking out of the window to the…
I live in a remote area because of my job. An area that has nothing except for a huge factory and some small rooms for the employees. They call it a complex, I call it a cemetery.
Every time I go into my room I feel the emptiness she feels. The small bed right beside the small couch and near the dirty window there is a four-legged green chair but one of the legs is broken so I don't use…