Life As A Writer

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

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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
You want love, but you’re not prepared to look for it. It won’t find you, if you’re just looking outside your window. You think you’re not worthy, you think your life means nothing, but it means a lot. You just don’t want to believe it yet.
Michael Daaboul
Your story, all those pages before me, I want to read every word. I want my eyes to undress every letter. I want to hold you like a book and smell the pages, and I would know you’re the real thing. You shared your secrets with me and I will share the stars with you. When we’re floating in space, I’ll tell you about infinity and maybe, I can tell you a story about me.
Michael Daaboul
Will you be going for long? I ask because you didn’t tell me when you’re coming back. It’s a long time when you don’t say. I miss you in a day, I can’t imagine how I would feel in a week without you. Don’t leave me for long, it gets lonely in my mind and my dreams, break my heart.
Michael Daaboul
Is it worth searching the oceans for your blue eyes? Should I jump in cherry fields to find your red lips? Tell me, in hurricanes, are you breathing me in or are you trying to blow me away?
Michael Daaboul
In paradise they hear us sing, about the horror stories on Earth during the wars they bring. We tried to stay strong and fearless, but the haunting artillery was no match for our voices. They forced us in hibernation and we became weak and scared. We gave in, we needed food and water. They stripped us of our defences and tore our clothes off. There was no other way of knowing, in this paradise, that they would have their way with us when they were staring right into our eyes.
Michael Daaboul
I’m alone and I feel the darkness of the night has come over me. Fear has taken my heart and everyone I know has run away. I hold on to my teddy and hold on so tight, I sing a song my mother used to sing to me when father wasn’t home to try and lie to me about how everything will be fine. I saw it in front of my own eyes when they took her. It’s not the night I’m afraid of, it’s the cowards in tanks, that have taken everything I have ever loved away from me.
Michael Daaboul
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