أدهم؛ و العيد

[بثينة محمد]

Another year passes by..

Here I am, addressing you my sweet friend in a way may seem odd to our profound relationship. I assure you with full grave and ultimate sentiment that I'm not the same. Here I'm, not singing any more though I thought so badly I can redo my lost dreams but guess what? dreams are grey, unfaithful as much as people that pass through us and as this surrounding environment called LIFE; and above all, they are merely sentimental.

Another year..
Another loss
Another me spending much much much of time trying to know, to understand and learn.. how to be more patient !
and of course; another inhabitant leaving my shadowy heart or more over what left from it..

Here I am, missing you as ever ..