The roleplaying.

I see you everyday, sitting in the corner of that street, beside the brick house, under the oak tree. And you don’t beg for money. You don’t even ask for food. Under the hot rays of the afternoon sun, you never even ask for water. It seems as if you are waiting. For a mother to bring you food, or a lover to call your name. For a famous director from some hollywood movie to hand you your script and tell you to start playing your role. They are not coming. You should know by now.You should also know that you have all it takes, and you have a heart.

So tomorrow, I will come, and hand you a pen and paper. And if you can’t still, then I will write the words that come out of your mouth.

You can stop waiting. It’s time for you to write your own movie.

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    Tasneem said,

    I never knew you were a writer or a photographer!
    I LOVE this


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