A ghost among lost men

That old guy, sitting alone in that café, writing on a piece of paper, sipping his coffee..

Behind his eyes lays a book of secrets..

You can see experience from his grey hair, durability from the grooves on his skin, knowledge from the book on his table and wisdom from his choice of cravate..

A gentleman indeed, he has the classy appearance of a veteran diplomat or politician, yet misery is carved on his face. 

He looks to the table in front of him, full of young guys and girls laughing out loud, with a straight dead face..

This look explains it all, it's not envy, but a reminder of his lost years of youth.. 

Yet he's content seeing them enjoying their lives and not doing like him..

He might have lost his life looking for something he didn't find, or fighting for a cause he didn't achieve, and he's not satisfied from the outcome.

Although he might have hurt a lot of people during his lifetime, he was a good guy as he had no other choice and he tried to avoid or compensate it..

One thing is sure about him, he's alone, nobody will remember him, he didn't build a family and his friends are gone.. 

Everyone faded away and vanished..

He knows that he will die alone, and he's hopeless to change it.

His only consolation is that one day someone might read his writings and remember him...

A ghost among lost men...

Karim El Tantawi.