'I' dopps the ego out, only the quotation marks are left and an empty space in between. 'You' loses its meaning and you still manifest your unseen presence. My 'I' touches you my 'I' smells you my 'I' feels your heat my 'I' smiles at your 'you'. You are here and your body isn't a… Continue reading Nothing but a zahir
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A ghost in her room
Each night when she turns the lights down she puts in her wardrobe her invisible crown half dressed she sits on the left side of her bed a zahir although always present, in an instance spreads. It emerges when her scent is mixed with her sorrows it turns into ghost questioning for her tomorrows it scares her… Continue reading A ghost in her room
Her search
She looked for a figure all around To erase the shadows and all her wounds. She found only few admirers Infected by 'cheap beauty' viruses. The - what she wanted - was long time dead It rested between the pages she wrote or read. Even seeing in the eyes of an old soul she remembered Made… Continue reading Her search
The power of a metaphor
She started her journey years ago While she was a child ready to grow. Feeling one, unique and lost She needed to take all the costs. Pretending, acting, hiding and smiling The searchings of her soul she started filing. A blank page was each day her best friend Trying not to end up lonely in a… Continue reading The power of a metaphor
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