Am tired being him. Am tired loving what he loves, hating what he hates, doing what he does. Am the one who can watch him and really laugh. Watch his work and energy, in order to prove to me that he's a real god. I hate his writings to the furthest point ever. I hate him when never loves any girl more than writing. Am tired of his everlasting journey to write something new. Am tried of watching him losing every profitable thing for a sick ego. Am afraid him end as a misrable punk.
Am there, when he woke up, smoking his cig., fixing himself a breakfast. Am there, when he opens his pc, and left it just like this. No need to do anything: just keep it turned on. Am there, when he's pouring his tea, when he lay on his bed thinking. When he's dressed up and about to walk in the chaos of Cairo's streets, hitting the nile shore, Diwan library, Dar Al Hilal, whatsofuckenever places he goes. Am there, and always there. When he looks at his mirror and nods. When he's watching a pretty girl and smile. When he's chatting with his ex while averting his eyes. When he's petting his three cats. WHen he's crying alone, in the heart of darkness. Am there, seems like I'll be always there. I hate him then love him, or love him then hate him. I hit him then kiss him. I curse him then bless him. Am tired of him, but--as i always know--I'll be there for him.