Everywhere, inside me chaos
Spiders have built homes in a mental space. Did I have a mind at all? I would like to know if this is all true, and if it is so that it is impossible to believe it. I am neither sad nor depressed, but worse than both, I am empty and nothing pleases me, my face is pale, my limbs are rigid, my stomach always hurts, my thoughts cause me a headache, and there are no tears!
I want to apologize, because my stupidity is really painful. When you were sending me “Good morning my dear,” I didn't care. When you were sending me, "I braided my hair," I used to say, "You're ridiculous."


When you sent me, “I talk to our neighbor Amal about her problems with her husband Saeed,” I used to say, “What is it about me and your neighbor’s frivolous life.”

Now that you are gone, I am still checking my letter mail looking for the details of your day ..


I feel confused about your hair, braided it or left it on your shoulders. I would like to know when you woke up and what are you doing now. I am curious about Amal and her husband Saeed .. Do you see reconciliation?

Your details, which you always underestimated, now ridicule me and make me a laughing stock.
Just out of curiosity, have you ever tried to regret every curse you do, to cry into a drunk because of something trivial?