So how shall I live while the dead feed on my life? A vampire you are, sucking my moments and leaving me stranded in the past.
Author: Maria Abi Aad
Ever since I was a little girl, writing has been my passion and my escape. I wanted a platform where this small voice - that usually dares only be heard by the notebook in the corner of my room - can reach out to the world. I have always been fascinated by this ability we have to turn a transient thought or feeling into something that could last forever and that could be communicated to any other member of our species who would stumble upon it. After all, we're one and the same, aren't we? Our hopes, dreams, fears, pain, joy are what make us who we are. This page is for you out there reading it, so I invite you to delve into this notebook as if it were your own. Welcome to my notebook. Many thanks to the creator of this page who made my dream come true.
Oh star twinkling far,Do you see my lover’s pupils?He must be staring back in the dark,For your light is reflecting his.Oh wind blowing from the …
I dream of a world
Like that of mathematics,
Where ideas defeat time
Half human, half divine…
…for my letter to you is no more than a heartbeat.
There’s always a little voice inside me…
Am I the only one who feels that at times like these, silence is louder than anything?
You can enchant me with your charms
And be as handsome as a man could be
But of what use would all this be
If I can’t nestle in your arms?
“I love you”, he said,”Don’t…”, I replied,”Don’t say these wordsUntil…Every cloud shapes my face,Until…Every constellation spells my name,Until…You become speechless in my presence,Until…You’re driven to …
And so I think of how good it is to be here, in between the seconds, in the stillness of this moment. Now, look at me… Breathe… And let us be.
And when the music plays, Hold my hand, Don’t let the moment slip; Let us dance the night away, Hand in hand, Don’t loosen your …