The End

The fear and wonderment of the end. The hovering apprehension of those last moments. The truth. The brutal honesty that can be unleashed under only those circumstances.
The two sides of the story. The deeds; good and evil. The hurt, the pain, and the loss that has to be revisited. The genuinely happy moments that will be missed.
The legacy. The legacy interrupted. The unfinished tale.
The time wasted, never to be recaptured. The illusion of tomorrow shattered forever.
The pride, hand in hand with self pity.
The unspoken words giving way to silent goodbyes, felt by the hearts of only those destined to be blessed with a glimpse of the truth.
The surrender of a spirit that knows no defeat.
The anticipation.
The dilemma.
Pleasure.
Redemption.
Desire.
Divinity.
The absolute choice. The only choice. The final choice.
The deception; the delusion; the semblance of a choice.
The end.
The beginning of salvation. 

منتهى السراب

مرايا الوهم تتغلب على حدود الواقع.

اشتياق العاقل للجنون الغير مفهوم,

و اشتياق المجنون لاعلى درجات الجنون.

حب بلا مضمون,

انكسار و انحسار و انتشار.

كبرياء و انتصار.

عناد الماضى و الهزيمة,

خبايا الروح الحزينة.

خطوة الى الامام و خطوة الى الوراء.

منتهى السراب.

The Swing

You showed up in my dreams again. Is it the illusion of how I wish things would be? Or is it an undisclosed desire to go back to the way things were?
Is it an escape from the present reality? Or remorse over the past?
The swing.
The rush of going higher and higher. The anticipation of the wind on my face. The uncontrolled laughter, similar to a child's bubbling giggles.
The subtle fear; what if the swing suddenly breaks? And then the determined passion for going yet a little higher.
Slowly easing to a stop.
The swinging has to cease. At some point.