ahmedkeshksworld

[ahmedkeshksworld]

A Heart Never Forgets

Genshin Impact Imagine

Diluc x reader

Warnings:kind of angst? Mention of blood and violence, amnesia

I know it looks like I love hurting him, but trust me that couldn't possibly be farther from the truth.

Might make a part 2?? Idk

A shaky breath escapes your parted, quivering lips. Skin pale, as frost bites your flesh, reddening the surface. Your vision blurs, dark spots that dance along tauntingly growing larger. Lumbering through the snow, tired, wounded, and on the brink of freezing solid. You force youself to keep going, despite having crossed your breaking point quite sometime ago.

As a Knight of Favonious, as the captain of the Vanguard, as the leader of Mondstadt's war team.

Your feet sink in the soft deep snow, nearly burying half your legs in the freezing field. The cold seeping through the tears and cracks in your armour, and biting your bare flesh wounds. But the pain is lost to you, as numbness had long started to settle. Suddenly you lose the little bit of sensation that was left in your limbs, collapsing onto the gentle, soft snow. Your ears ring loudly, head throbbing to the point your blurry vision spins. You try futily to push yourself up, make it to the statue of the seven so that your squad mates, the adventurers- someone- could find you, but it seems your mortal body had reached its final limit.

Blood seeps into the snow, staining the innocent white around you a vibrant crimson. The ache in your limbs begins to fade, the throbbing of your wounds dulls out and the ringing in your ears begins to subside, instead replaced by a soft melody. You hear voices, sounds of life and civilization.

As you lay in the cold embrace of Dragonspine snow, your life flashes before your eyes, you relive your life in minutes. Distant eyes staring into the vast field before you, and as the nostalgia of your memories begins to die out, you accept your fate. Eyes fluttering shut, welcoming the forthcoming embrace of death. Although you would have preferred to die in war, in battle. You would have liked if your death was an honorable one, sacrificed in the line of duty, surrendered in hopes of protecting your people. However, beggars can't be choosers, and if fate had written a lonely and honourless death as freezing alone and forgotten, then so be it. At least you had fulfilled your duty, carried out your superiors wishes.

Now, all your mortal fears are lost as you whisper a final prayer on the wind, hoping that Barbatos may carry your will to your lover.

As your eyes flutter shut, you hear a muffled voice in the distance. It's panicked, fear-riddled, the way your name slips from the strangers lips.

Your name...

What was it again?

-

Albedo is frantic as he rushes over to your collapsed form. He hurries as fast as he can to you, not wasting a moments breath, sliding his arms under your knees and neck, hoisting you up effortlessly and rushing back to his camp. The ice biting your skin has sunk deep, the frost now begining to encase your skin as snow sticks to your flesh like glue. Once back at camp, Albedo is quick to have sucrose assist in warming your pale and freezing body. And while he hastily peels your armour and blood stained clothes off you, his eyes widen in horror. His pulses races in his veins as realization- that he might not be able to save you, that it was too late already- begins to sink in.

Throwing caution to the wind he prioritizes stitching up your bleeding wounds, sowing back the hanging strips of flesh with his own hands. Washing around your wounds and bandaging them himself. Just as he finishes dressing the last one, sucrose scurries over with a warming bottle and a healing potion.

Unscrewing the cap with trembling hands, he seats himself next to you, with sucrose's aid, positioning your body to lean against his shoulder as he presses the vile to your lips. Gently prying your lips apart with his thumb and tiping the bottle just enough to have the substance spill into your mouth, and when you give no response, he pulls you back further to have you gulp it down.

"We need to get her to the Cathedral at once. Bring me the spare blanket," he instructs, proceeding to clothe your bandaged body adequate to the weather.

Once you're bundled up, Albedo pick you up in his arms again and hurries down the snowy beaten path with Sucrose, back to Mondstadt. Once they near the gates, the guards stationed there hurry over when they see Albedo carrying someone.

The Knights help Albedo escort you to the Cathedral, as you lay nearly lifelessly in Albedo's arms. The citizens that recognise you gasp, crying out your name, pleading to get a look at you. But the Knights hold everyone off. While one dashes down the street, throwing the door open to one specific tavern. Lawrence pants greedily, nearly falling onto his knees, "M-Master Diluc!" He gasps, eyes wide. He was clearly shocked.

Concerned, the mentioned bartender places down the glass he was cleaning and meets the Knight's gaze.

"I- Its- Y/n! She's hurt!" He blurts.

And it's enough to have the crimson haired man vault over the bar and run down the street.

-

Warmth engulfs you, thawing the ice that nearly froze you to death. A feather light touch, soft and gentle traces your skin. It's warm, it's soothing, so much that you swear as if you've been kissed by an angel.

You want more of it.

Your search for it, will your numb body to reach out for it, coddle it into your arms and relish in the embrace. Yet you lay still, the darkness around you seems to shift, as if standing in the eye of a storm, the dark clouds around you expand endlessly. You turn to the side, taking in your surroundings.

Is this death?

Total and utter darkness? But, where is the warmth that awoke you? Where was the angel that embraced you mere moments ago?

It's deathly silent, to the point you can hear your own heart beat, your pulse racing in your veins. But, if this was death, why does your heart beat? Why do you even have a pulse? The fog from around you seeps closer, curling around you, it slips from between the strands of your hair, caresses the tips of your fingers, rustles your apparel and send ghastly, cold shivers down your spine.

A voice cuts through the stillness. As if the storm is sliced through, a familiar voice desparately cries out. You've heard this voice before, but where? And why does the feeble and weak tone, cause your breath to hitch? Your lungs to squeeze so harshly you can barely produce a sound. Your lips part, suddenly your lungs expand, sucking in too much air at once and your eyes snap open.

You bolt up right, immediately curling into yourself from the brightness stinging your eyes. Hot. It's hot, everything is so hot. But it feels good. It feels relaxing, this heat that consumes your senses.

With an obnoxious ringing still echoing in your ears, you flutter your eyes open, taking in the unfamiliar setting.

A white room?

Unable to hear properly, your vision starts to clear up if only a little and you peer over to your side, trying to make sense of the blurry mess of brown and red before you. It seems to resemble a person. As the fog clears and their features become more defined, you take in the visage of the people- not one, but multiple persons surround you. His lips are moving, his brows are furrowed, and he looks like he's fussing.

You tilt your head a little to the side as you try to make out what on Teyvat he's saying. Alas a sledge hammer pounds the top of your head, the ache spreading from the tip of your skull and extending down into your shoulders. You wince from the headache now consuming you, bringing a hand to your head.

Your wrist is grabbed, albeit gently, by a firm hand. The ringing begins to die out as you can finally start to make out his voice.

Although you barely catch a few words, you surmise that your injured- severely- and that you need to rest a little more.

"Can you hear me Y/n?" He inquires softly, gently cupping your cheek and brushing your hair away from your face. It's the first full sentence you've been able to understand fully, however-

"Who is Y/n?"

He pauses. He's widening in horror as his hand stiffens. He stares at you as if he'd seen a ghost. Lips parted, yet no sounds escapes him. He blinks, "Wh-What do you me- Y/n, this isnt the time for jokes, my love. You're hurt,"

Your finger twitches, finally having sensation in your limbs, you firmly grip his wrist before he could touch you again. Your brows furrow as a scowl tugs your lips down. "Don't touch me," you seethe, swatting his hand away.

You can practically feel the breath that was knocked out of his chest. Tears brim his eyes and cling to his lashes as he's stunned into silence. His lips part and close, his mind scrambling to string together a coherent sentence but the only thing that escapes him is hot, wet sorrow. You watch as he rises to his feet, taking a few steps back, away from you, accidently bumping into the dresser table behind and falling to the ground.

The few bottles and viles of medicine on the table crash and break on the ground, the rucus prompting everyone to scramble into the space, tossing the curtain to the side, a blonde, tall lady and a dark haired man come into your view. The man hurrying over to the redhead as the lady scurries over to you.

The flame haired man grabs hold of Wood's arms, helplessly staring into his eyes as he babbles, "She-she- She doesn't- me?? Why??" His sentences break as fresh salty tears drops from his eyes one after the other.

"Wood, please escort Master Diluc to the headquarters,"

"No! I'm not leaving Y/n!" He roars, rising to his feet, he stumbles towards you, "My love," he coos, but you flinch away from him, and he halts. His mind in shambles, you can see the darkness consuming him inside from the look in his eyes. The Knight, Wood calls for another man, who nearly immediately enters the room and forcibly escorts the redhead out of the room.

You peer back at the beautiful blonde. There's tears in her eyes too.

"Y/n," she cooed. Your brows furrow as you subtly shake your head, "Again that name, who is that?"

Your question catches her off guard. She kneels beside the bed, taking your hands into hers, "If you wish to address me, my name is-" you pause, blinking a couple of times. Your brain just went blank. "My name is..." You trail off again. The Dandelion Knight waits patiently, her trembling hands gripping yours firmly.

"What is my name?"

"Do not-" she hiccups, clearing her throat, "Do not stress yourself my friend," she soothes, tenderly stroking your hands now. "When the time is right, your memories will return to you, for now please rest. You are hurt, and need to recover physically first,"

Slowly nodding, you peer over to the window, staring out into the dark night sky. "My name is Jean," she introduces, "The two from before are Diluc and Wood. If you need anything at all, ease do not hesitate to call,"

"Jean," you call. Your tone even, still. Shockingly calm.

"Yes?"

"I can't feel my legs,"

-

"How did this happen..." Jean sits at her desk, holding her head in her hands.

The atmosphere in the Knights of Favonious headquarters is somber, solemn and distraught. Lisa stands in front of the shelves, fingers raking over the spines of the books yet her mind is elsewhere. Kaeya leans against the wall next to the door, gaze downcast as the situation before them has left them at a stand still. Barbara speaks up once more, "Sister Victoria and Sister Gotelinde both examined her. Though she received no severe head injury, there is considerable damage to her spine, which has led to her lower limbs being temporarily paralyzed,"

"Temporarily?" Kaeya repeats, eyeing the young blonde sister. Uncrossing his arms from over his chest, he pushes off the wall, approaching the younger, "Please do explain,"

"Well..." Barbara sighs, clasping her hands in front of her skirt, "The injury to her spine is a minor one, likely from being either flung too far or colliding against a surface. The shock from the impact is what's causing the paralysis, once the shock wears off, she should be able to walk again,"

"And exactly how long will it take to recover from this shock?" Jean asks.

Barbara deflates at that, "It's hard to say, it could range from a year to a decade. Perhaps even longer. It doesn't help that due to some unknown reason she's lost all her memory. The anxiety and stress of her situation may very well delay her recovery indefinitely,"

Silence once again engulfs the room as everyone processes the information. A knock on the door interrupts the stillness, at Jean's approval, the door opens and both Eula and Amber step into the room.

"I've done a full recon of her last reported sighting. Apparently she was last seen by a band of adventures in Dragonspine who were being chased by Lawachurls. That was nearly three weeks ago," Eula reports, turning to face the younger Gunnhildr, her tone unconsciously becoming much softer, "How is she now?"

Barbara simply shakes her head, solemn eyes falling to the wooden floor below.

"Albedo found Y/n only a few days ago. The fact that she'd been missing for so long in the first place is what concerns me," Kaeya speaks up, "Who assigned her last mission? And what exactly was her mission?"

-

At the Cathedral, you sit patiently on one of the many beds, the redhead- Diluc- seated on a chair in front of you. He doesn't dare look up to meet your eyes, elbows on his knees, he keeps his gaze pinned down. Ocassionaly he sniffles, furiously wiping his eyes and but this point you're sure he must have rubbed the skin tender.

The silence in the room is heavy, thick and suffocating.

Your body knows this man, intimately. Your heart is bleeding in your chest simply seeing him this way, yet your mind refuses to have any of it. There is no recollection, not even a semblance of familiarity about him. Perhaps it was your near death experience, when your life flashed before your eyes your brain just shut down accepting your doom and has yet to understand that you are still very much alive.

Finally having enough of this suffocation, you sigh, "D-Diluc?" You stutter, tears brimming your eyes at the mere mention of his name. His head snaps up, his bloodshot eyes meeting yours for the first time since you woke up. Contemplating your next sentence, your body responds before you can process and your arms spread open, beckoning him closer to you.

He sits still for a moment, but you can see his taut muscles flexing under his apparel from the restraint. He seeks conformation from your gaze and when you nod, he crumbles.

Tears spill freely from his eyes as he collapses on the ground before you, his head falling onto your lap as he quietly sobs, his gloved hands desparate and lonely clutch onto your clothes for dear life. Broken hiccups of what you had learnt was your name spill continuously from his lips. You place one hand on his shoulder, the other on his head, trying to soothe his ache. But the longer he cries the more you bleed. Your insides burn, chest constricting painfully tight and lungs beginning to burn. Every fiber of you knows and loves him, adores him but your mind refuses to accept it.

After what felt like hours of heartache, his cries die down, reduced to short sniffles. He lifts his head from your lap and peers up to meet your tear-stained cheeks. His thumb reaches out to wipe under your eyes but he stops a hair away from touching you.

"I'm no one to you now..." His voice when he says it, so small, so weak and so lonely. You can almost see his heart breaking in his eyes. Shattering, falling apart bit by bit.

Despite it only being a few hours to you waking up, you've had enough of this pain. One you can't understand and one that seems to feel so false. Your bandaged hand places over his, you willingly rest your cheek in his palm. "But I would like to remember," you mutter quietly, a soft blush now dusting your cheeks.

"My heart knows you Diluc," you coo, closing your eyes, relishing in the warm touch. The kiss of the angel that woke you, that pulled you out from the darkness. "It doesn't matter if I've forgotten. Because I know-" you smile sweetly, kissing his palm and meeting his tear brimmed eyes, "I'll still fall in love with you all over again,"

[ahmedkeshksworld]

Every picture I ever take of @manda-money always becomes my favorite. A handsome devil.

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[ahmedkeshksworld]

Me to myself: wow your music taste is so good

[ahmedkeshksworld]

“with you i’m home” (x)

[ahmedkeshksworld]

هل تذكرون عندما كنا مقول “برب” طوال الوقت عندما نتحدث على الانترنت ؟ لم نعد نقولها الان ،لم نعد نرحل ، نحن نعيش هنا الان.

برب هي مختصر كنا نستخدمه في بداية انتشار النت عالميًا وكان يعني “بعد اذنك سارحل”

لم نعد نرحل الان !

ربما سنرحل يومًا ما …

[ahmedkeshksworld]

عقرب ساعه مجهول يبحث في ملايين ويدري ان هناك اخرون ملايين والاف العقارب قصيره كانت لتكون حياتها اسهل واقصر ام طويله كانت لتكون حياتها اصعب واطول ،يبحث فيهم جميعن ليجد انه لا يدري لأي فئه كان في ايام يكون دائما في الليل ولا ينتظره الا الحالمون النائمون تاره وتاره اخري المساكين اللي غلبهم حزنهم وكسرتهم في حياتهم يأمل ان يستيقظ يوما فيجد نفسه واحدا من هؤلاء العقارب القصيره ذات الحياه السهله لكنه يخاف ان يفقد التعب وخبرته في معرفه في اي وقت يمكنه ان ينتهي به المطاف في التحرك للامام بوقت قصير.

‏الثالثة بعد منتصف الليل..

عقرب الساعة يشير إليك.

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لتكن مباراة بين الخيبة والموسيقى الخيبة تشوش كل شىء والموسيقى تخفف من وطأة الأشياء نغزة القلب العاصرة تتعاظم بالخيبة بيد أن الموسيقى تُرخى قبضة ثقل الوعى وتبثك بعضًا من خفة الوجود

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Hold me like a mother would Like I’ve always known somebody should Although tomorrow don’t look that good Oh I hope for the hopeless I’m learning to cope with the emotion-less mediocrity Oh. Day-to-day living Oh I can’t help but be restless When everything seem so tasteless And all the colors seem to have faded away. Oh. This is life This is life And everything’s all right Living living living living living living living living life

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واحتار دليلي بين تيهك والجوى

♫ شو كانت حلوة الليالى ♫ “…لم يستكمل دافنشى أبدًا أيًا من اسكتشاته.. القليل منها فقط تحوَّل فى النهاية إلى لوحات زيتية، وهذا ما جعلها ساحرة تستحق التأمل، وتجعلنى طوال الوقت أتساءل سؤالاً معلقـًا عما كان من الممكن أن يحدث لو أن دافنشي أكملها حتّى النهاية، أظن أن ما أحاول قوله هو أننا انتهينا وأنا أعرف ذلك، لكني أفكر بكِ مجددًا.” ♫ والهوا يبقى ناطرنا ♫ “…لدىّ اعتراف صغير. أنا في عامي الثلاثين ولست متزوجة أو متحققة ذاتيًا ولا أملك بيتًا ضخمًا أو سيارة فارهة ولست بتاتًا حيث ظننت أنى سأكون حين أبلغ الثلاثين. أشعر أحيانًا أنني مُلقى بي جانبًا. أنني سقطت من مائدة الصدف السعيدة وصرت عالقة فى سلسلة من الوقائع السيئة. ها أنا ذا هناك، صديقة العروس المرتدية فستانًا مزركشًا لا لاصطياد عرسان محتملين بل لأنه لا يتسن لى ارتداؤه والشعور بأنني فتاة جميلة إلا فى مناسبة كهذه، ولا يهم إطلاقـًا أنني لم أفلح يومًا فى الإمساك بباقة الزهور التي تلقيها علينا العروس من خلف ظهرها. ما يهم فقط هو اختلاج قلبى من منظر زوجين ملتصقين ببعضهما جالسين فى أقصى الركن، يوزعان الابتسامات المرتبكة على الضجيج والزحام وكأن كل منهما هو أثمن ما يملكه الآخر.” ♫ وتيجي تلاقيني                     ياخدنى بعيد                                  هدير المى والليل ♫ “…هل تسألين النبيذ لماذا هو مُسْكِر؟ هل تسألين الرقص لماذا هو مُحرِّر؟ أنا لذة، وقتية تمامًا ومبددة، استعصى على التحديد، روغان لا نهائي، وانتهاك لكل التخوم والحدود، أنا إشارة تومض بحرية، انظري كيف يرقص جسدي الضخم في حنو، وكيف لا أعبأ بالتفاصيل التافهة المؤرقة وتنفصل عنى حين أنجح فى الانغماس فى الرقص. وكيف أشقى حين تتوقف الموسيقى عن العزف. غمرتنا الأحاسيس الحلوة بموسيقى عذبة رقصنا على وقعها سويًا كيفما اتفق، انزلقت المشاعر شيئـًا فشيئًا فى خضم الرقصة حتى انسحبت الموسيقى من المشهد، وصرت وحدى على ساحة الرقص أؤدى ذات الحركات الخرقاء على إيقاع خافت علق برأسى، فى لحظة ما سينفذ الإيقاع من رأسى وسأغدو مجرد أبله يؤدى حركات خرقاء.” ♫ كان عندنا طاحون ع نبع المى ♫ “…هاهى واحدة أخرى تسقط. امرأة نمطية تتزوج رجلاً نمطيًا لينجبان أطفالاً نمطيين ليكرسون النمطية كأسلوب حياة، وتأتي الخاطرتان المعتادتان اللتان تلتهمان نفسهما بلا نهاية: ما جدوى الزواج؟ ما جدوى البقاء وحيدة؟ أنا العمة الواقفة فى أقصى الجانب لا تفعل شيئـًا محددًا، الصديقة الفردانية "خطافة الرجال” المحتملة، التى تحدق تواقة إلى أطفال رضّع نائمين فى الحافلة وصغار يلعبون فى الشارع بغريزة أمومة تلهو بداخلها كما تلهو فقاقيع الصابون الملونة فى الهواء، أنا السيدة الوقورة التى تخلب لبها التنورات المنتفخة القصيرة وتعجز عن ارتداؤها ولا تكف عن شراؤها. لا شىء يدوم معي أكثر من اللازم على أية حال.“ ♫ قدامه الساحات مزروعة فى ♫ ”…لا يتصل أحد وبعد مضى فترة كافية أشعر بالحبور لأننى لا أستطيع التذكر متى كانت آخر مرة تذكرت. وحين يتصاعد رنين جوالى بالفعل لا أشعر بأية رغبة فى الحديث. لست فى حالة تسمح بالحديث. لقد ضمرت مهارات التواصل. وحين يصير علىّ التحدث مع أحدهم أشعر أني فى ورطة. ينبغي علىّ تخيل الأحاديث الصغيرة بأكملها فى ثنايا عقلى قبل أن تحدث، ولكن يبدو الأمر متكلفًا على الدوام. أكون إما شديد الغموض أو شديد التركيز أو شديد التهذيب أو شديد الاقتضاب. ينظر لي شريكى فى المحادثة بغرابة وأعلم حينها أننى قمت بالأمر على نحو رديء. لا أدري كم مرة حاولت التحدث عن أمر يهمني، وانتهى الأمر بشعورى الضبابى أن ألمى الذى أحاول الحكى عنه لا جوهر له على الإطلاق، وكأن أحدًا لن يتمكن من فهمى بنفس قدر عجزى عن تفسير نفسى… حتى المقربون -البعيدون على الدوام- لا يفهمون أحيانًا ما أتحدث عنه، يجدونه مفككًا بشدة، ربما لأن الحياة ترفقت بهم أكثر مني؟ ثمة أمر ما متعلق بالانسحاق، تكفي مرة منه للفهم، ولو كان طفيفًا، لا أحد يتعلم أى شىء من فرط السعادة، أفكاري متناسقة تمامًا، عليهم فقط تفهّم السياق.“ ♫ ويبقوا الناس بهالساحات ♫ ”…أتفوّه طوال الوقت بجمل كـ “عايزة أبقى خفيفة، أجيب عيال للعالم ابن الوسخة ده؟ هوّ أنا عارفة آخد بالي م الزرع؟، عايزة أعرف أسافر من غير ما أتقّل نفسي بزوج وعيال، مابينفعش يتحطوا فى شنطة زيادة، أنا عمري ما هاتجوّز واعد فى البيت” بنفس الانفعالات المحفوظة وذات التعبيرات المنهكة. حتى فقدت الجمل معناها بنفس آلية الكليشيه: تكرار شىء ما مرارًا فى غير موضعه حتى يقتله الابتذال، مهما كان حقيقيـًا فى البداية. لكنى اليوم أخبرت بها صديقي وعنيتها بحق. رباه. ربما لأنني لم أشعر من ناحيته بأية بادرة من الشفقة أو الضغط أو أنه علىّ ربح سباق ما، لكنني حين قلتها اليوم تذكرت لِم قلتها فى أول الأمر.“ ♫ شي معهن اكياس شي عربيات ♫ ”…اعتدت التعثر لا السَكَنْ، ولم أكن يومًا معجزة ينتظرها أحدهم، ياللهراء. أنا محشو بالهراء معظم الوقت. وأفتقد كل شىء، أفتقد الجميع، أفتقد نفسي. كأنني ظفرت بهم جميعًا من قبل لكني تركتهم يفلتون مني. أعيش نصف فانتازيا ساحرة ونصف واقع جامد. وأنا نصف مقتنع أنكِ كنتِ صادقة معي والنصف الآخر من الوقت أنام وحيدًا. ألتقط كتابًا من الرف وأتفحّصه وأضعه مكانه فى الحال. المماطلة جزء أصيل مني ولسوف تفتك بي نهائيًا يومًا ما. أطبّق غسيلي بدلاً من ارتداءه وأتساءل متى آخر مرة شعرت فيها بشىء ما؟ رأسى مثقلة بإخفاقاتى التى تجعلني على أهبة الاعتذار طوال الوقت، الاعتذار على أننى موجود. أنا مُقصّر إذن أنا موجود. هكذا كان سيتملككِ الشعور لو كنتِ أنا.“ ♫ رايحيين جايين ع طول الطريق ♫ ”…ولم أعد مقتنعة إلى هذا الحد. هل استبدلت كليشيه بآخر؟ يبدو الأمر وكأنني استيقظت ذات يوم لأجد أن زوج الأحذية الذي اشتهيته لشهور ضيق بشدة ويؤلم إصبع قدمى الأكبر وليس شكله أنيقـًا حتى، لكننى أردته لأننى لم أحتمل ضياعى التام وكان كل الآخرين من شاكلتي أرادوه فلابد إذن أنه مميز ويجب علىّ حيازته. أنا لا أريد حقـًا زوج من الأحذية. أنا لا أريد فعلاً هذه الحياة التى طالما تخيلتها لنفسى. تبـًا، لقد ارتكبت، مرة أخرى، خطأ الوقوع فى الحب مع تصوراتى الحالمة عن حياتي المستقبلية.“ ♫ تهدر غنية                آه يا سهر الليالى ♫ ”…أحتاج إلى التحدث، إلى الرفقة الطيبة، أنا هش ومنغلق على نفسى. أفكر فى الخطابات الحميمة المكتوبة بخط اليد من شخص يعرفنى ولم يقابلنى، وسيتولّد لديه حين يرانى لأول مرة ذات الشعور الذى يتملكنى حين أتطلع لنفسى فى المرآة: “من هذا ولماذا يحدِّق بي؟"، يُصاب الناس بخيبة الأمل حين يقابلونى لأول مرة، وأنا أود بحق التوقف عن مقابلة نفس الناس لأول مرة، أفكر فى مشاهدة الأفلام طوال الوقت ممددًا بكسل على الفراش، يختلج قلبى من جراء مشهد مؤثر أكثر مما أتأثر بخبر موت أحدهم فى اعتصامه للمطالبة بشىء ما، وأريد بصدق أن أبذل قصارى جهدى من أجل اكتساب ود ومحبة حقيقيين وموجودين بالجوار، لا مزيد من الأكاذيب. ولكن ثمة لحظة ما أكون فيها فى حالة سكون تام، دون شغف، دون جهد، دون مشاغل، دون رغبات، دون تشتت ذهن، وحينها يغمرنى الشعور الكامل بوحدتى وعجزى وخوائى وبطلان كل شىء.” ♫ آه يا حلو على بالى ♫ “…دعوني أعيد كتابة اعترافى الصغير: أنا فى عامي الثلاثين، لازلت أطارد شغفي، لازلت أستكشف، لازلت أبحث عن الرفيق قبل الطريق، لازال يراوغنى الرفيق، لازال يسحرني الطريق، لازلت أشعر أننى أكثر شخصية مبتذلة أعرفها، لازلت أكثر مضللة لنفسي، لازلت أشتهي القُـبَل المختطفة ودخان السجائر والأحضان الطويلة وفكرة البيت، لازلت أخاف من الحميمية وأعشقها، لازلت أمتنع عن ملء خوائي بحزمة من الزيف المتفق عليه، لازالت أزماتي الوجودية تتقازم أمام فواتيري غير المدفوعة، ولازلت لن أتوقف عن إعادة كتابة اعترافاتي الصغيرة.” ♫ غنى آه            غنى آه                    غنى على الطرقات ♫

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ليه تقضى الليل كله تكتب كلام لما ممكن المزيكا تديك زقة وتقوله كله بكلمة واحدة؟

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لم تقع أحداث ٌخطيرة ٌبعدَ ذلكْ بضعُ حروبٍ فقط لتزجية وقت التاريخ الطويل أعـوام في السجنِ لدراسة تاريخ الحشرات آه ربعُ قرن ٍفي المنفى بدون وثيقةٍ وقصائد نسيتها في البارات على موائد السكارى الخالدين

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Sun been down for days A pretty flower in a vase A slipper by the fireplace A cello lying in its case Soon she’s down the stairs Her morning elegance she wears The sound of water makes her dream Awoken by a cloud of steam She pours a daydream in a cup A spoon of sugar sweetens up And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat And she fights for her life on the train She looks at the rain as it pours And she fights for her life as she goes in a store with a thought she has caught by a thread she pays for the bread and she goes… Nobody knows Sun been down for days A winter melody she plays The thunder makes her contemplate She hears a noise behind the gate Perhaps a letter with a dove Perhaps a stranger she could love And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat And she fights for her life on the train She looks at the rain as it pours And she fights for her life as she goes in a store with a thought she has caught by a thread she pays for the bread and she goes… Nobody knows And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat And she fights for her life on the train She looks at the rain as it pours And she fights for her life as she goes in a store where the people are pleasantly strange and counting the change as she goes… Nobody knows

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- انا مستعد لـِ تلقي الرصاص عنك ومِنك وبدلاً مِنك ؛ لكن هل سوف تَكُون في انتظاري عند الطؤاري وهُم يقتلعونها مِن كَتفِي؟

#جانيت_يوسف.

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