Do you ever have those days
With those sudden moments
When you can feel the taste of life on your tongue and it nearly makes you cry?
A feeling so old that it takes you by surprise.
Like an epiphany
Wrapped in a déja vu
An exclusive gift
From Allah to you.
I’m sitting in a cafe
Reading a book about suicide.
There’s an almost disturbing aroma of coffee and I’m a second hand addict for the moment
They play something that sounds familiar
But it’s so low that i can’t quite make it out
And for some reason I feel nostalgic
For every moment I ever lived
Every moment I never lived
Every kind of love I felt
Every little dream I dreamt
I remember this book I once read
About spiders and scars
And armies and wars
And islands and stars
So much of time and existence
Wrapped up in a few hundred pages
Where each and every word once belonged
Inside a thin tube of ink
In some writer’s hand
And now it’s ended up
And it hits me.
All these tiny beautiful beings
And all these giant beautiful things
It’s too good to be real.
But it’s real. It’s real. It’s real.
That’s how the taste of life feels on my tongue.
And every single time, it nearly makes me cry.