Life As A Writer

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

writing

I’m a puzzle that’s missing pieces. The right ones are not with me. I have pieces that don’t even fit, my instruction manual has a blown up human body with one million numbers and arrows pointing in every direction that I don’t even know where to start. So I have never put myself together, because I don’t know how and I go on walking puzzled and always missing the pieces inside of me. And I feel like I’m always missing you.
Michael Daaboul

Another Time, Another Place

This all feels overwhelming.

I look at the time and it feels like there’s not enough of it, and when I’m waiting for something, there’s too much.

I can sleep and wake up as a new person, different from yesterday. I can feel different, change the way I was thinking before, and look different, as if time is moulding me as it pleases. Having its way, harassing me and I am powerless to do anything about it but look at my reflection and ponder.

It hasn’t been long, but I feel like I’m already a different person than I was a year ago.

The conversations that I had with you, I’m not so sure if what I said fits with the person that I have become today.

All the words I said live in another time, another place that had a different meaning and feeling to what I feel right now. In the future, they will take on a different meaning to the person that I would eventually become.

Even though I smile when I look at you, I’m decaying inside. You can’t see the destruction within me, you can’t read what I’m really thinking, but I will smile anyway so you don’t have to worry.

You can do what you like and exclude me; I won’t get in your way. When you say you will do anything for me, do you understand the weight, the meaning these words carry?

Even if you don’t, like time it doesn’t bother with the details, but only concentrates on passing through; I will smile anyway.

This thought was made for you. Did you know when I first saw you, I thought of every moment that will follow. That’s why when you spoke to me, I replied in another language because I wasn’t even there. I was off in space. From that moment on, my whole life changed. All it took was one look from you, that’s all it took for me to be in chains because I knew you exist now and we won’t last.
Michael Daaboul
When you’re turning the other way, how would you know that I turned around and watched you walk away? You don’t. When I sing in my room about you, how will you hear the lyrics when you’re far away from me? You won’t. When I write small notes about you and throw them in the bin because they weren’t good enough, how will you know what I wrote? How will you ever know what I do when you’re not around? How will you ever know? That what I do, is for you.
Michael Daaboul
See that person over there, he just looked at her. And I’m sure she was looking at him, and any second now they will talk, and before you know it she will be smiling, and he will be smiling. I see this over and over, and before you know it, they’re kissing. Before all this, before their eyes made contact, they were complete strangers and before they were strangers, they didn’t know they existed to each other. And you’re telling me that there’s no one out there for you because they don’t exist?
Michael Daaboul
I don’t remember if anyone taught me how to feel. It’s like one day you came along and I felt a funny feeling in my chest, in my stomach, they called it butterflies. Then I felt what it feels like to lose you. And when you left me, you showed me what I wanted, but that hurt my heart, it hurt and I didn’t know why.
Michael Daaboul
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