One morning he looked in his mirror as he usually does. Astonished as he did not see a reflection of his face, he glanced back over his shoulder only to find his body still in the bed…
She stayed until after midnight. She did not run away and did not turn back to her real self. He stayed around her a bit longer and they danced together again. Then he left!!
He learned a lot, he explored every possible pathway, he acquired the knowledge, then he realised that the truth has always been within..
The red of yesterday tasted so good… The bitterness and dryness are still fresh in his mouth… Only if he can sleep!!!
She opened the cupboard door . A hand grabbed her and pulled her in… She looked again. Nothing but her black dress was hanging there!!!
For once the butterfly is not going to be burned by the fire…. Can she handle this new discovery???
هجرني النوم كما يفعل احيانا كثيرة
اشعر انّي عالق بين زمنين لا عم اقدر نام ولا عم يشرّف الصبح