Today they were filming the end of me,
While i was dashing ignoring my past, present, and future selves by each tree,
The sun killed me,
One february friday,
A february friday is all i became,
All i am is pain running though cold winter air,
To the end of it all,
I wanted to send a love sign to the camera,
A love letter perhaps to my life,
And before i even stopped,
They stopped me,
From even watching the end of it,
There’s no time left for screening,
Even when the film is about you,
Not even to be seen was a pursuit,
But never to be heard became my working for the knife,
No words, responses, hopes, days that i can’t remember nor forget,
I’m gonna end it all here,
It ended in a cold summer air,
I’m a february friday film.
zaki monzer 