Roof top.

Where shall I go?
Where should I run away?
Where should I go?

I am in baab el luk; 'Downtown' Cairo. I stood on top of an old building yesterday and I looked down. It was all different. Where I stood. A different country. A different city. The roof of a different building. Foreign shutters and window sills. Different choices. Different scents. A different path etched along unfamiliar lines.
I sat there, next to the edge of the roof. I looked down. Down below. and it felt the same.
Sitting up there. Thinking is anything ever going to be enough for me. Probably not. Will I ever be whole again. Full to the brim once, now dwindling to oblivion. Going empty. Becoming nothing.
Feeling nothing at all at times,  feeling too much at times.
A happy façade. A merry disposition. A pretty picture of silhouettes and spicy scents.