Once In A Lifetime

R.I.P. Reem Al-Thani

Every time I look at your name, I can’t hold back the tears, because I can’t stop thinking about the memories back when we were kids, and all I can do is pray for the better days to come everyday. Even thought I still wish I could see you before you past away, because its still so hard to say goodbye, and try to take these memories to be put in a box when you can’t stop looking through them. Every time you’re voice comes through my head it always makes me wonder, if I had the chance to just get there, get there to see you all grown up and watch you walk the stage that day you graduated.

I wish, I could have seen how you look all grown up, all happy and smiling like everything was okay. I wish I still had time to talk to you more, to catch up on everything. When we first started talking, it still surprises me how you remembered me, out of all the people I knew back in the day. You always made things seems so easy, even when they weren’t even easy at all. People will still wish you happy birthday, even when they know you’re watching over them, so they could still feel the your spirit all around us.

Second Chance For A Second Life

Breathless she stands at the door, the front door of a building. Breathless she stands there thinking, thinking if this is the right place for her. The right place her to start what she finished a year ago, or should she just take the planes and uniforms instead? She tries just to focus on one thing but her mind keeps being pulled towards the other and when she tries to focus on the other she’s pulled back again to the first thought. She’s thinks about how different she knows she will act, or how different she could be.

She walks her normal walks through the build moving around wherever she has to do, and slowly breathing whatever breaths she could take. As she walks her ways she always hears whispers asking, when are you ever going to take off that clown suit, when are you ever going to remove that mask, or why are you even wearing a mask. This mask, as you call it is no mask, the mask that was me has fallen away, fallen off into thin air.

What mask you thought was real was only a cover up to build a strength, a strength that could have been shared but was pushed away. She has her chance at a second life, and she’s doing everything she can possible not to screw up again. But every time she attempts not to screw up there’s always that slight chance, that something pulls her back to make her screw up.

Once again she gets out in the sun takes a minute, to sit down, and listen. Listen to the sound of the birds, and feel the wind blowing against her skin. Now she sits in this one place to think, walk through memory lane, through all the good memories that she’s had with the most amazing people that she’s encountered in life. When people asked her, “Why you don’t talk to me anymore?” When they’re the ones that stopped talking to her. Until now she still sits in that same exact place thinking of the next move, next step she’s going to take to alter her life to keep it brand new.