Life As A Writer

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

Have you seen the way he looks at her? I have never seen him look at another person like this before. It’s almost as if in the day the Sun reflects off his eyes and into hers, before nightfall, the sunset sinks beside their hearts. You have to see what happens at midnight, the Moon looms right behind them. I have never seen that before. It’s funny because, he always used to say to me, wait, it doesn’t come often; magic, but when it does you will know that’s what you have been looking for this entire time.
Michael Daaboul

It hurt.

It was hard, but harder believing it was not the truth. You shall stand there and little by little you shall stop looking for me, as in time of my forgetting, I shall stop looking for you. I have passed through salvation; and know this my dear, my demons have departed.

You won’t be the same, no, you won’t be, and you were never supposed to be. This is your changing, this is the process and in the hour of your separation, no one was there to help you and there was no words that could save you.

Michael Daaboul
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
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