The Cairene

Today I dropped a plate in the Kitchen and it was broken into small pieces. Usually when I drop anything, you are left with broken pieces of different sizes. However, this is not what I am going to talk about. I was sweeping the shattered pieces of glass. It was obvious it can never be fixed, ever. I didn’t know if I swept it all, or there are other pieces that sneaked under the table or whatever. It was just some useless tiny pieces of glass that I can do nothing with but throw away. After all, it was the plate, broken but still. I know it was. Then I started to think of us, humans. How we get broken into pieces and manage to collect them all together just to survive. It’s more complicated when it comes to us. It’s not about being broken; it’s about how our pieces are all intangible but we manage to find them (maybe we don’t and would never again, but we seek them). It’s even harder that we have to fix those pieces, by ourselves. Nobody will sweep you, nobody will put you up again...

Now, it is 4 am. I am sitting in front of my laptop screen; my brain is too numb to write down the words inside my head. Many things are going on there, but they just can’t come out. I put my headphones and listen to some quite music, but still I just can’t let that thing inside my mind out! It is annoying because that thing there is irritating me. I just need to know what it is and just puke it out of my head.  Is it love? No I am not in a relationship and have never been into a real one. Is it studies, no because I can focus at my studies pretty well? So who are you, or what are you. *No answer*. This is preventing me from sleeping. I am squeezing myself hard, hard and harder. I close my eyes and open it slowly as if someone is about to attack me. I feel it. Damn, it is a thought, but I don’t know what it is about. Damn, it is a thought but it is tangible. The question is still how? See, first, the questions were who and what. Now it is how? Music stops. Silence. My eyes wi...