Fayrouz

You gave me a rose.
I showed it to my friends.
I hid it in my book,
Planted it on my pillow.

I gave you a vase-ful.
You didn't take care of them.
You didn't nurture them,
Until my gift was lost.


I cant get over how metaphorically charged those lines are.. and true. Oh, so very true.

*Translation of Fayrouz's Bektob ismak

precious seconds

Imagine:

You walk into an ATM booth. Just as you step in, the man in the adjacent booth turns to leave. He pushes the door handle, you insert your card. Your eyes never met. You couldn't pick each other out of a line up. Never see each other again.

What if:

That was your soul mate.
That was your meet-cute.
Your chance at eternal happiness.
Now, you have to settle.. like the rest of us.