Under your Spell Life

Yesterday I met a stranger, a stranger of background, a stranger to my environment but no stranger to my humanity. I sensed a language in his eyes, it was a sad one. Eyes can talk and this time it was through tears. The power of silence is tested in motions that have only he who feels and only who sees witness it. He looked at me and his tears spoke to me. Our humanity was “DEATH”, the end that we will all reach, the moment where all of us beings and animals have no say or power. “I didn’t know what the feeling of sadness meant, and people envied for that.” He said. “and now all I know is sadness” he cried. I tried to ease his pain with personal losses that drew a shock on his face. His eyes drew an image of “SUPER WOMEN” on me. I proceeded and forced to minimalize his story, but no loss could be minimalized. He lost his dearest friend to a system that has no friends, to a system that builds enemies and tears walls.  I think we fear the devil hypothetically not realizing we are surrounded by many. I insisted to draw a smile on his face that will wipe the tears. “You see in life, you can manipulate reality!” I explained. He looked angry and confused. “Well to me A is in NYC, W in London, L in Boston, A in zahle….” His confusion grew. There are times in life when people are taken away by the rules of life that will be served to all of us, to face it we can just pretend and imagine. Life can be cruel, but we have been born with tools that allow us march on. Today we lose, tomorrow we gain or vice versa. But no matter how, where, and when always know that the only Man standing is God. So when you fall he will lift you up. And yes I am SUPER WOMAN.

 

Mourn when needed, but don't make it a fashionable Habit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Super Woman for the time being

MK



Fool for you

I took a moment last night to look around, to look at faces, eyes, body expressions, and people. All I could see is waiting, there is that girl waiting for that message on her phone or that guy waiting for a glance, that moment when he looks into her eyes and expresses his interest. But they kept waiting. I was waiting for the thought of him to leave me alone. He occupied me full time, and let me just say he didn’t even apply. There were moments where some fine tunes took me to a place that he didn’t even exist, if there is one thing I am grateful for, its MUSIC. I find deep comfort in fast rhythms and insane beats, It moves me shaking off all the unnecessary.  Now the song is over so back to waiting, it was the right and left movement of the heads that distracted the main purpose of being there, FUN. It is now that we base fun and happiness into the hands of others, some are strangers some are semi strangers some are strangers by thoughts, we wonder where are they, what are they doing, will they ever. It was that night when I looked into his eyes and asked, Will it ever? He walked in, I knew it was him because I saw a soul shine brighter than a diamond, Rihanna would definitely know what I am talking about. He said hello, so he is polite she smiled but acted calmly then he disappeared and she waited all night. Wild in Beirut are souls of many people waiting. Some pretend they reached the finish line, with smiles, statuses “oh god those statuses, lets lie and pretend” or even a fake bouquet that surprisingly landed on the desk. Note: in life there is one finish line and when we reach that it’s too late. Yes I am waiting for you to acknowledge my admiration and hopefully allowing it to blossom, but never will I allow my happiness to linger. There is a revolution beneath all the dreams that is waiting to explode. Don’t fear the falling when you know the only man standing is GOD. Grab a bucket of boldness and paint your walls with hope, dreams, love and LIFE and never wait. Well just on the red light........ and he never answered.

 

Let your inner diva take over, dance and let everyone look, feel and care less and in the end Live because it only comes once.

 

 

 

 

YOU

MK