Life As A Writer

Michael Daaboul. 26 y/o from Australia/Melbourne. Digital Designer & Creative Writer.

I have been in the sea and I have seen how dry the land can be. When the Moon is hanging in the night sky and the waves are gently caressing the shore, most people are asleep. I stay awake holding you while you weep, although these waves are not rough, they seem to understand your pain. They have seen how vulnerable we are, how vulnerable we can be.
Michael Daaboul
It’s not like me. If I had my time again I would do things differently with what I know now. I know I have disappointed you, I have frustrated you and I have failed you. Wherever you are in the world, I am sorry.
Michael Daaboul
How do you know what you’re doing is right? Think about it for a second! What if, what you’re doing is wrong and when you look back at all the lost time you could have had by my side, in my life was gone, what would you do? Nothing! All because you made a choice to leave me behind. You weighed me up against a risk. You compared me to a concept, you were willing to lose everything instead of being with me.
Michael Daaboul
We’re far away from where we’re supposed to be. I can’t go back or leave this place. Even though I am falling away, I know I’m falling apart. I can feel this everyday, I can feel this when I’m alone, everyday that I go on is another day that I have to live without you.
Michael Daaboul
How could you let me go when I was singing a song from my heart? How could you leave me hanging on lyrics that left a bitter taste in my mouth that eventually crashed under me? All the words that collapsed, that sad melody, which killed the music inside of me that was always about you.
Michael Daaboul
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