It's philosophical*

What we have is conceptual
To the point that it could have never existed

If I turn my back and leave the room, right now
Nothing will change
No transformation
No regrets, no remorse

Not even a thought would be given by any of us
Regarding the abrupt amendment in our situation

What we have is conceptual
To the point that it could be whatever we wish it to be

But it will always remain abstract
An idea, distanced from our two objects of being

Hysteria: in colloquial use, unmanageable emotional excesses

I am not hysterical. I do seem weird. To some people. During specific periods of time.
I am not hysterical. Yet. I do have moments of extreme emotions. Affecting my sense of reason.
But those are just moments. Moments. At least in my own perception of time.
And during those moments. I find myself. Straying from the norm.
I find myself. On a different cloud. Flying higher. And higher. And higher.
Until I am alone.
Looking down.
Laughing.
Hysterically.
At what I am leaving behind.

Perspective*

Photos courtesy of C.L.

Electronic nights

Photos taken at a local band's gig: Mashrou' Leila - July 29, 2011
http://mashrou3leila.com/

On natural growth

You cannot force something that doesn’t exist
Into existence
Something that is not processed by the inner self
To be out, visible and exposed
To the outer world
Of the individual.
Or of the nation.

You cannot force democracy in Afghanistan
Nor you can force a ring around the finger of a gamophobiac
You cannot force a relationship with someone who already established a relationship with himself

It has to grow by itself
In itself
As a newborn… with all the endurance it has to go through
In order to make the perfect first step