a small cafe

its 2 in the morning, 2 at night for the one who is still awake, for me its 2 at night.. i didn't sleep yet, and i'm doing nothing... in the mood for coffee, espresso.. but i don't want to drink it at home.. actually i'm the mood of going out.. sit in a cafe, drink coffee smoke one cigarette. and go back home.. either sit doing nothing, or sleep, or anything else, it doesn't matter... but now i'm in the mood for a late coffee...

how many are there in the mood for coffee??? how many want to stay awake with nothing to do..Nothing at all??? how many have nothing to do?? For these people(( regardless how many they are)) i want to open a place to drink coffee in.. opens between 2 at night till 6 in the morning servicing only hot dark coffee, for them who are living the time that is considered wasted, living the time that doesn't exist for the sleeping people, for them a small simple cafe to stay awake all night long..

digital life

looking at my Quick contacts, everyone is off line.. i feel lonely.. digital loneliness...

between 1am and no time

sitting at the kitchen at night, between 1am and no time... sitting there... trying to find calmness, dimmed light, hearing the sounds of night, barking dog, fast car, sudden bullet, my mother going to the toilet, the refrigerator and my heart beats... i feel i'm one of the dogs running in the streets, i belong to the night, the day is the slavery time, when i have to work for the sake of money, for others to be satisfied, at night i'm free... i'm a wondering dog, barking on the passing cars, trying to awake the dead people in the houses.. people dreaming of going to desret in search for... i don't know what??

Love in the time of waiting

i walked in Ramallah today, downtown Ramallah, walked for 3 hours, just going around, crossing the only street back and forth with no reason except wasting time..i told her that i will call her later to see if i can go to her place, and since that call i began wasting time, for the first time since a long time i had this feeling that i need to waste time, waiting for the time to see her, a state of waiting.. i walked in the streets, met people that i haven't meet for a long time, people that i only meet in the downtown, Welcome back man, where have you been?? someone came to me and said. In another city, In the alternative Ramallah, i replayed, and kept on wondering in the streets.. i saw new shops that weren't there before, new shops that are selling the same things that the old shops sell, but with new decoration, people wondering in the streets like me, with different reasons.. i walked and waited, but i wasn't looking at the time, i said when i feel tired, i will call her, and began waiting for my tiredness.. Ramallah downtown became a state of time, wasted time. She bacame a stete of a city, she became Ramallah Downtown.

His Mask

i smoke a cigarette, drink a fast cup of dark bitter coffee, and put on the mask hanged on the wall, a wooden mask that look like me, a wooden mask that i don't look like it.. i put Yazan on, a strange person and a strange identity, Yazan the one who knows what he is doing, the one that has self confidence, the happy, the smiley face, the cool, the calm... i light up another cigarette, look at the mask on my face in the mirror, check that it looks like yesterday, i recognize the one in the mirror, the same person, the same enemy...

far away city

sitting alone at the studio.. listening to Miles Daves... solitude.. somewhere there... or near it.. i can hear everything i'm saying, but not saying anything, depressed, the cigarette is burning, the coffee is cold and lonely too.. Ramallah seems too far, i'm currently using 704 MB (26%) of my 2724 MB, this what's written on my gmail... something to notice and forget.. an information.. how much of your yahoo are you using? what percentage? does it matter.. i'm tired... does gmail know the percentage of my tiredness... the music ended, i repeat it, the same music, the same feeling... What have you written recently?? a woman asked me today... a woman i met 4 years ago.. I haven't write anything since i met you the last time... i replied.. I haven't even write anything before that, you must be mistaken with someone else.. i only listen to music.. but i don't play it, i only read but i don't write, i only sleep but i don't dream... but thanks for mistaken me with someone else... if you want.. i can give you my gmail, and you can send me as much emails as you wish, i still have 2020 MB space in it.. did i tell you that i have been stolen?? i love telling this story now...its funny to see how the people react to it..i smile when i see their faces.. i wish they could see thiers, i'm sure they will smile too.. 11:40 pm and ramallah is still too far, i wish it stays that far..