Convenient Truth

But this.. Just because you say it.. Just because you believe.. Doesn't mean that it's true..
Just because you saw it.. It doesn't mean that it's true..
None of this is true.. None of what you believe.. and none of what you say..
Just this state of a never ending confusion.. Where you try to reassure yourself with imagination..
Nothing more than imagination.. Where the truth is nothing more than just a rug cliche that nobody cares about.. Does anyone really care about the truth? Or only for convenient answers? Answers that makes us more comfortable than the truth.. Answers that match denial.. This state of nonchalance that we can't figure out how to get out from.. That we're too afraid to leave..
And just because we're comfortable there, it doesn't mean that it's true.. It doesn't necessarily need to be any close from the truth..
Just because you believe in it.. just because you're sure of it.. it doesn't mean that it's true..

And Baby, this one is for you!

Sometimes sit take a good book, sometimes a simple ad slogan, sometimes just a silly song, and other times just a sad look.. Sometimes it takes a good laugh, or a sad tear.. And other times, it takes absolutely nothing, just a state of boredom..

Sometimes it's just a way to express myself, and sometimes it's just a way to keep quite, and other times a straight way to make a scene, but many times to be discrete.. But Baby, this one is for you..

Sometimes it never ends, and other times it never begins.. A sentence stuck between two lines, or a story going on and on with no end.. Sometimes with lots of meanings, and other times you fail to notice the point.. Sometimes just to create an echo, and sometimes just to shut the crowd.. Sometimes for everyone, and sometimes for just one.. But Baby, this one is just for you..

الفراغ

نرقص التانغو على إيفاع مللنا
مللنا من أنفسنا، و مللنا من بعضنا
ضجرنا من هذه الحالة اللامتناهية من اليأس و النشوة
يتضاجعان على سرير من الأوهام الضائعة و الآمال الخائبة
و لا ينتصر اليأس
و لا تنتصر النشوة
فقط هذه الحالة المستمرة من العقم
فقط هذه الحالة من عدم المبالاة
من انعدام المشاعر

محجوزان في وعاء زجاجي
يراقبان العالم يمشي
و الأيام تمشي
و عمرهما يمضي
و هما يقفان هناك يراقبان
دون حتى الاهتمام بالمشاركة
مجردين من أي حاجة للحراك
مستقرين في هذه الحالة من الشلل
من عدم المبالاة
من انعدام المشاعر

نعيش الفراغ الذي يهرب منا
ينزلق من خلال أصابعنا
و يعود ليحيط بنا من جميع النواحي
كدوّامةٍ، لا أمان سوى في قاعها
لا أمان سوى في الحضيض
سحقاً للطموح و الأحلام التافهة
سحقاً للإنجازات الزائفة
سحقاً لكل ما يعلو عن الحضيض
لكل من يهدد هذا الأمان
لكل من لا يفهم هذه الحالة من الدونية
هذا الوهم بأنك لمجرد تلذذك بها فأنت أرقى و أسمى من سائر البشر
هذا الإكتفاء باللاشيء
بالعدم.. بالفراغ