A Spark of Hope

On his bed he was lying, staring at the ceiling, all day and all night. Restlessly he watches it, as if he's waiting for a door to open or an angel to fall into his arms.

Day after day and night after night, light turned into darkness and darkness engulfs him every night. The ceiling he used to watch suddenly melted and a door to his eternal darkness was opened. Opened up for him to see all of his sins and mistakes, for him to see his true self, and shame takes over his him. Yet, he keeps on looking for something he does not know nor he wants. Maybe he's looking for a spark of hope, so in his sinful soul he stares. Hoping to find what could save him. Though he know, hope is a dangerous tool that can destroy him.

He is drowning into his soul, he knew there is no way back, and he knew he's totally and completely lost. After he lost hope in himself, he hopes for someone to reach out for him. He waits and waits in the sea of emptiness, he lived for days and months which felt like ages of endless loneliness...


Then the darkness of his soul gives birth to light and from it a kind hand reached out to him. Revived the desert of his heart and the empty darkness he was in, turned into a heaven. A heaven he never imagined it will grow in his heart.

Could it be ?!

P.S. thanks to Altoum

Maria

Maria is one of god best creations. Oh, Maria Maria with her big mesmerizing brown eyes and her blood colored lips incomparable to anything I have ever seen before. Lips as red as the hot Spanish blood that runs in her vessels and fill up her big heart inside of a chest covered with young breasts like you have never seen before. Her perfection was breath taking and couldn't be complete without those gracious leg. With perfect curves she was a goddess on the dance floor.

Lucky me she walked in my bar and I was singing" Maria Maria ..." . She danced to my tones and I'm singing " Maria Maria shes living a life like a movie star...". All eyes on Maria's moves. No one would dare to dance in her presence but she looked lonely. He was in the back watching her dance negotiating his courage, can I go and steal her heart?! He finally finds enough strength to walk up and dance with her. While I'm singing " Maria Maria she fell in love..." He is whispering the lyrics in her ears. 

She glows like an angel ! In his arms she was happy and my eyes started to tear up while I'm singing "Maria Maria just like a west side story..." I know that happiness won't last so I tear up and sing. In front of my eyes they devolve into each other and one they became. Into the smoke they disappear and I sing. Maria, Maria disappeared.

Black Coffee

Day 1 

Ms. How do you like your coffee?!

I want it black as my hair and stings harder than my words.

Day 13

Ms. How would you like your coffee?!

I would like it darker than the color of my eyes and larger than my heart.

Day 01

Ms. How do you like your coffee?!

I want it darker than my nights after he left me and more bitter than my tears. 

Day 14

Ms. How would like your coffee?!

I want it darker than my soul with a smell more stronger than my perfume.

Day 25 

Ms. How do you like your coffee?! 

I want it strong enough to raise the dead form their graves and more twisted than me if that even possible... 

While the magic comes from words, the mystery of the ages lies within the numbers.

My Life as a Medical Student

As my collage years came to an end, an overwhelming feeling of fear mixed with joy and proud take over my soul. Though I know, that my journey just began I can't help but feel that I have finished enough to make me die happy tomorrow. I still remember that girl who walked through the girls collage and thought that she owns the sun in one hand and the moon in the other hand. I was a god devoid of emotion, a machine hunger for success, I was simply ....

I thought I'll cure cancer, I thought I own my destiny, I thought I'm the reason for it all to be and the true queen of medicine which I knew nothing of at that time ! I won't say I own medicine now but what I know about this profession surpass the books and science. I learned that medicine is an art, manners and attitude before you learn the science you should own the attitude, manners and be talented in this fine art...

I learned in my 6 years of struggle that life is about more than the books and mathematical equation. When I look back I can't believe that I wanted my life to go by certain rules and expected the rustles to match my calculations. I thought, life is all about being logical and reasonable but didn't expect life to be so illogical and unreasonable. I realized that I was trying to make sense of no sense. I was simply inexperienced and naive. I was still a child who needs to grow up ! And I did grow up during my 6 years.

6 years I have faced in it all what you can face in a life time. I faced failure, heartbreaks, sickness and betrayals. It was a memorable time from which I learned a lot ! Nowadays, just the idea that life still hides a lot for me, scares me, to think I still have to endure more of this shit makes my knees crumble in fear and my only consolation is that I'm proud of who I am today and if what's coming is going to change me to a better person then I don't mind the heartache, betrayal and sickness...