yaani
Waiting, in front of the elevator's doors, my call flashes. I know all I know, it's coming for me, to take me to destination,...
hibiscus' mektoub
I am following the lines, flowing through their constraint.
Blue as a quest for the path, seeking by what it is not.
Red as full potential
I is
I is
I don’t know where I belong.
I wished I was born in my country,
–fruits bursting of sun, birds embracing the synchronicity of divine
la maison en feu
Because their skins are bright and well shaved,
because their ideology are monetary and no divine,
because they defined evil, we need to bel
tick tock A. down
You are eternal, your flesh has no end or beginning.
Alive, — growing, — stretching,
from the genitals releasing a breath of pleasure,
to t
K's bday
You look sad – uncomfortable
You seems tired – unhealthy
What happened
You used to raise – proud,
Mingled to the wind, Protect me!
What happ
00:01
London
Sam
24 hours delivery, to bleach the year away
Ding ding ticks the logic, it’s time to celebrate
Consume self, burn to supreme sensat
tick tock S. down
I know why he did it.
He could not see, the kawaiiness of Selma princess.
Now he knows and helps me, he’s here pushing me
Bringing me in the
bus ride
Too many acute lights,
aggressive,
flashing,
repetition and sound,
too many screams,
too many laughs and the police car,
hurt my ears,
hurt
am, — hall of us
let’s say one, – hall of us
am the generation of lost, – hopes, taste, future and meaning
jogging and binging, dreaming but crying
achieving
looking at
Looking at the bus’-window like: looking at a screen – the perfect – alienation – of my own – segregation.
Just started to meet myself, I h
numeral system
How fast did we forget the pride of raising the slaved skins?
How fast will we forget the shame of raising the shaved skins?
We create our o
I dispose
I have been taught, what I own, — I dispose, what I don't own, — I can't dispose.
What if I need to dispose? What if I don't nee