Life As A Writer

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

You remember back in the hospital, no one came to visit, you didn’t get a single message of concern and you experience another epiphany. Your mind is rushing and thinking about who is close to you, trying to fill in the blank canvases of those who have not asked about you so far. This feeling is not familiar to you any longer, it’s normal. Friends are not as close as they seem anymore and some don’t even know you’re in hospital, you go unnoticed.
Excerpt from Unnoticed Series of Events By Michael Daaboul
I don’t follow love around, it’s too hard and I can’t keep on my feet. I might not follow love, but I believe in love. Its voice sedates my mind but at times it shatters the magic from my dreams. Love tests me, it challenges me to grow, but as I go in deep, I fear the heights. In the sky, I’m vulnerable, but love knows all of my secrets. It knows how tender I am from the pain, it knows how often I melt, it knows when I bleed and it knows when I want to kiss your lips.
Michael Daaboul
Writer: A relationship filled with love, he dies and she was looking forward to spending the rest of her life with him. So years go by and she moves on finally, gets married and has kids but she still misses him every day and wonders what it would have been like if he was still alive. I don’t know, maybe to hold him for one more time, to feel that happiness once again.
Excerpt from 60 Thousand Words In 3 Sentences By Michael Daaboul
You make it to the birthday party and you don’t tell her what has happened. You’re exhausted, you just say you had a busy day at work, she will smile and she will never know what extent you went through to make it perfect for her.
Excerpt from First Impressions By Michael Daaboul
Don’t capture my heart when you don’t want to keep it. Don’t consume my mind when I’m not the one consuming you. I don’t want to think about you, when I’m not the one you think about. Don’t let me fall, if you’re not holding my hands, falling with me. Don’t let me, if I’m not with you.
Michael Daaboul
I don’t know anymore. It’s like I’m dreaming, and it’s like I am waking up from one. I obsess so much over you, I spent years pondering while you lived your life. All my thoughts, my feelings and ideas of you in a constant rewind inside of my mind. That’s all you are. A sequence that’s played over and over driving me mad. Exposing unhealthy emotions, ridiculous trickery of a fake fairytale. That’s all you are, inside of my mind; you’re make believe.
Michael Daaboul

It’s always the little things that no one gets to see.

When you have run out of credit you drive down to the petrol station in your boxers to recharge your mobile phone to send a happy birthday message just before it hits midnight.

Excerpt from First Impressions By Michael Daaboul
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