WHAT IS BEIRUT?
What is Beirut?
Beirut is the beautiful water that flows against your skin when you swim in the Mediterranean Sea.
Beirut is the mellow feeling that reassures you, that comforts you.
Beirut is the solace the stream provides you.
Beirut is the serenity of family that surrounds you.
Beirut is the current that lingers, unified, when an obstacle oppresses it.
Beirut is the current that diverges when an obstacle oppresses it.
Beirut is that constant anticipation.
Beirut is the worry, knowing that at any moment, the water may flow cold,
and, may only flow colder.
Beirut: do I leave the flow?
Do I separate myself?
Do I willingly leave the warmth that engulfs me?
Do I move out of the current and swim in another sea?
Beirut do I leave you when you need me to stay?
Beirut is the first snowflake of the season.
Beirut is the childlike hope you regain so quickly yet unwillingly.
Beirut is the excitement,
Beirut is the eagerness.
Beirut is the amiability and the heat from a fireplace.
Beirut, is your first love, the purest form of love, unconditional love.
Beirut is your first hug, your first kiss and your first and last tear.
And, Beirut is the storm.
Beirut is the fret and the panic that seems to endure in the air.
Will it pass?
Will it destroy everything in its path?
Beirut is the afternoons spent by the beach, surrounded by loved ones.
Surrounded by love.
Beirut is the smell of salt in your hair. The joy, the exhilaration.
The adrenaline that rushes through your veins while you jump into the dancing waves.
Beirut is the buzzing sea and its dormant strength.
Beirut is the dreamy sea dousing its guests.
But beware, it is also the crashing wave that knocks you down unexpectedly.
The wave that picks you up so effortlessly,
as if you are weightless,
as if you are meaningless.
Beirut is that first cigarette. You need it, you crave it.
But it is toxic, it is deadly.
Beirut is addictive.
Beirut is a conundrum.
So, ask me again: what is Beirut?
Beirut is complicated.