Inhale..............hold
Dont Step on the Cracks
Error (by the sea)
ٔ�ﺧﻄ اﻟﺒﺤﺮ I Light my Cigarette
Don’t step on the cracks. Avoid the lines, the separation... the breaking of life.
Don’t Step On the Cracks
My head stays down - my hands reaches for the mundane addiction - I sip my coffee - Alone - Omeia couldn’t make it - I stepped on the cracks - I broke the promise - the lives of many - and the trust of her past - She still remains beautiful. “Corniche will remain beautiful”
The people, the cars, the buildings, the man-made presence... it’s ugly sense, it’s presence, its true being. It’s ugly. It’s not wanted. She is not wanted, the people are not wanted through the gates.. or do they? Are they accepting the lost? The found? The nobody’s? Who is who, and what is what? It’s all in a blurred mixture of emotions. We are all nothing, never will be anything to anyone, not even worthy of …
I light my cigarette. I Inhale, hold……………
HOLD.
And exhale.
I smoke.
I sip my coffee.
I think.. feel nothing.
I feel.. think nothing.
Corniche ‘will remain beautiful’ but the objects, beings, and senses of identity remain ‘ugly’.
Wake up Charles.. I am walking to you Charles Helou. Open the gates. Let the light shine through, open them. I will not deserve, but I will not beg. Or will I? Heaven is here. The sun will shine down, as heaven is here. I stare at the broken wall... one retaining wall. It’s concrete. A soft material that turns hard. A hard material, that crumbles. It breaks, I break. The world stands still. I reach out to open the gates, I stepped on the crack, I smoked my cigarette, I sipped my coffee… and I begged. Take me OUT … HELP. TAKE ME OUT of this psychedelic world, I am alone, but he looks at me…
the gates remain closed.