Maybe It’s Just Me?

Today, I’m writing because .. Well, I don’t know. But all I know that I want to write. I know it’s been a while since I last wrote something that, according to many, is inspiring, or rather, insightful. But to be honest, I can’t find where inspiration would come from. Reading my older posts over and over again would only help me waste time. Doing so does only one thing: it gets me to think: what was on my mind when I was writing this post? I try to remember. I try to relate. But it’s almost always nothing but a mere waste of time.

Maybe it’s just me?

Then I grab my hot coffee, hold it with both hands, seeking a source of heat to warm my hands left too cold from this unstable weather. Read my ever word and start feeling lost in words, again. Lost in how and why did I write that, wondering how did I let it all slip just like that. Yet all questions remain unanswered. Unable to find the thin light of hope breaking penetrating the darkness within, breaking the solid darkness that’s been surrounding me for hours. Running away from my fears towards the end of the tunnel which is yet to be found.

Maybe it’s just me?

Lost between words. Words merely describing the beauty in the other. Or maybe the bitter taste of coffee. Sometimes, just like this time, I write because there’s nothing better I could do. Maybe at least for the time being. Maybe next time too, maybe the next. Maybe forever. Sometimes I write because I need to take things off my chest as I live through the days carrying the world on my shoulders.

Maybe it’s just me?

What if all of is isn’t true? What if ugliness has been beautified? Blinding my eyes from the truth? Or maybe it’s just .. Always been there waiting for me to discover?
Hazel is the hair and so are the eyes. Soft is the sound deeply touching the heart lying in the chest of the lost. I come to you to find myself, but I only find myself lost in you. Forgive me as I don’t have the right words to tell you exactly the way I feel.

Maybe it’s just me?

Confusing is the fact. Frankly speaking, all facts are confusing at the beginning as one is left in complete shock when finding out the truth about what they’ve always thought they’ve known. Or rather believed.

Or maybe it’s just me.

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About Nader Elkhuzundar

Nader Elkhuzundar is a commentator on Palestinian affairs and Co-founder of Beyond Compromise (www.beyondcompromise.com). Elkhuzundar occasionally freelances for The Guardian, International Business Times, and others. He's a social media enthusiast and tech savvy with particular interest in new technologies and analytics, and enjoys reading over Arabic coffee and dark chocolate.
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2 Responses to Maybe It’s Just Me?

  1. u are a very good and thoughtful writer….thanks

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