The limits of my world were just my pencil case
I knew one road or two
But i only struggled with school
Collecting pens and the set turned out to collecting my imaginary friends
They were like 40 or so
My dad used to yell about how much i collect and use stuff
While the arabic teacher used to yell at his daughter for only carrying one or two pens only with her
Winter days and the carpets were the geometric scale of my home
God knows how many years ive spent there
And if i ever came out
The center of my universe was big
And the border was the darkness under my bed
I used to believe theres a ghost there but i didnt see it
When i grew up whenever i say i wanna go home i only know that that was it for a fact
And that the monster inside my bed were only my imaginary friends from the past that still longs to me
The ghosts we see are only our past souls
zaki monzer 