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 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

Fragments of Existence

Why so mysterious? Why don't you tell us the truth? Why are you distant? Why do you separate yourself from your surrounding? Why do you disappear the way you do? Why don't you explain!
Why don't you just say things the way they are... Why do you care about the consequences of defying the norm... Why have a problem with being misunderstood....
Why am I what I am?

I tell her; Mother...