Loss Of All
June 7, 2021
Loss Of All The square is empty now But not the streets We’re restoring houses now making sure everybody eats Rebuilding homes In
Loss Of All The square is empty now But not the streets We’re restoring houses now making sure everybody eats Rebuilding homes In
Unorthodox We are left with no time at all Remember you mustn’t tell a soul That’s if they don’t already know it all Let’s run
If you were Bread I’d rather suffer from anorexia If you were Wine I’d rather drink my blood If you were Messiah I’d rather be
On the creation of rituals Every time I am back home, confined, I go back to shooting our kitchen window. There’s nothing special about this
استيقظت مبكرًا رغم العناد. دخلت الحمام رغم الإحباط. نظرت في المرآة رغم الاشمئزاز. لم أعد اتعرف على نفسي في انعكاس صورتي. جثةٌ ضخمةٌ، جلدًا ولحمًا، مسيّرة لكن لا تسير. وجهًا غابت ملامحهُ. ما عاد لصوتي صدى، أمّا لساني إلى السكون ضبا.
In the darkness of the night
I wake up not as myself
But as the beast within
Tripping on my own fears
I see you get out of the pool
Making of me nothing but a fool
Is it the sun or the golden hair
Stranded body
Times, places, and circumstances change, but what doesn’t change is one’s self, it’s an entity floating the fabric of space-time. So what is Time? And what is space?
The explosion that hit Beirut on August 4 left me devastated. Personally, it affected me in a way I never thought possible. It made me