After us

Mahmoud Atwa
Nov 1 · 2 min read

came a time when the parallel signs could not contain

the furthest east and west corners of our plane.

I tried to make my case; to cast away my past

and present tense over and over again,

to no avail…

And even if some valid points were made to draw the lines between here and there, they still failed to create the place that would keep me safe from breaking the oath I made;

to never find that part of you that you dared to share.


It was in plain sight where you spoke your mind to an audience that put your subjective value above the notions of true and false, or black and white.

The same contrasts that kept me wondering if it was actually true that only a few were meant to read between the lines,

or to bring to life an allegory of tunnel visions that had the very fabric of “you and I” echoing all the way between better times to consciences crumbling down in the wake of

fear and

pride.

But now that we’re floating around,

I think there’s no point in hiding the fact that I was foolish enough to dare spite you with words that conveyed nothing but the calls of an aching heart.

That slowly came in terms with the fact that, without the points that define a plane’s base, our structures would never attain the concept of height.

That came to realize that throughout the paths connecting the first and second stars of the 6th constellation, there laid your light.

Thanks to Dan Moore

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