Mal-Compris

What should one do, to make sure other perceptions can perceive this reality from the outside, the way it is perceived on the inside?  Okay, I understand it’s an impossible task, and I can’t say I want a perception to perceive like a different perception would perceive.. but at least, any perception should be able to comprehend, within its own parameters, all that is still within the limits that the other perception sets as correct to be correctly understood. So that at least there would be a map, or a graph that defines things between two perceptions that don’t naturally comprehend each other without leading communication between them to drastic misunderstandings. So to say, preset, pre-requisite info that shape how two perceptions understand each other…

darkness

On those rare winter-y nights, when souls are the dampest, when there's only sounds of rain and the occasional calm that leaves sounds of droplets, there to constantly remind you that the night is still at it's youngest...

Corpses

Death is an overrated subject;
we're always faced with death, and for some reason we never really face it.
I understand the part where we fear the unknown aspect of death, but death in itself is the most common, most "normal" thing that happens in the world.We acknowledge that it's normal and common, but still, it bothers us to see a dead person for example... why? Haven't we seen dead things before?

القصّة وما فيّا

هييّ انو بدّي انقبل
بدّي يكون فيني كون انا وين ما كان, ما يكون المطرح الوحيد اللي ما بيتقبّلني هوّي بيتي... ما ضروري انفهم.. ما انا اصلا ما بفهم حالي وما بعتقد حدا فهمان حالو ميّة بالميّة.. بس حلو الاعتراف, وحلو القبول, حتّى لو ما انفهم

On self harm & other things..

Take smoking for an example.. why do we smoke? What is the actual process of smoking a cigarette? ... You inhale smoke from a tube of a bunch of papers and dead leafs lit of fire... And if only you'd realize, that your cigarette is actually partly pieces of wood...

Haunted to oblivion

Haunting ..
was the presence that took over me.. Shutting away my deepest fears, captivating me in a storm of flying sub-atomic particles, spiraling around my spirit.
Our particles swiftly swirled into each other, blending my feeling in motion. Bending the fabric of time and space, merging dimensions of unsung notes. Altering frequencies into one unified sound of unheard peacefulness... Piercing through my being, making me whole.

Echoes

My mind echoes
like an empty room
like an empty metal box
millions of metal boxes
Layers..
Dimensions of metal boxes within each other
Like a loop hole
Endlessly shrinking onto itself
Closing..
Eating me..
Eating my voice in repetition
In glory..
Singing my madness
In layers of incomprehensible sounds