Into the loops of endlessness.

Glancing up and into the folds of my sleeve, tell me what do you expect to see?
The world? Life? A grave?

Tell me what intrigues you the most.. Roses? Trees? Bones?

Tell me what is it that scares you?
Eyes? Blood ... a knife?

Tell me, what flips your stomach north to east?
Passion? Love? Poison of a seed?

Where does your head fly off to?
Heaven? Purgatory? The foggy sea?

Tell me, darling, who draws a smile on your frowning wrinkles?
Kisses? Yawns? Or maybe, a Goodbye... A goodbye from me?

What do you see when you glance up my sleeve? Through the folds of white and black, What colors can possibly be that your eyes are reflecting?

What do you see? Your orbs so constant; they don't lie, they don't deceive.

Up through the folds of infinity and the loops of never ending, repeated, alternate sighs of destiny..

Tell me! What is that you see? An endless life to be? Did you find the light, perhaps it was all just a bad dream?

Black and white, stripes of black and white.. Circles of black and white .. Lines of random spacing of black and white. Do you see, my darling, how clear this should be?

Exhale.

غادة السّمان

I gave birth to earth inside of me and the whole sky of grey is in my head. Don't you think you can own me, a woman born free will always give birth.

Contradiction

I feel obliged ,
To wear a curve on my lips
Waning up towards my eyes.
May the god of the heavens shield my tears
With a transparent cloth of skin.
And may the angels grace the nape of my neck with sweet kisses of earthly things.

I don't wish to deal with ultimatums for I'd hate to take from a mere mortal, his last breath.

This isn't fair , this dress isn't blue and the sky is no longer red.
My eyes bleed , turquoise rivers of ink .
This paper is stained and so is your image in my mind. A reflection of a ghost, the only place where your reflection can escape you. The only place that can reflect the nothingness inside of you, the void in your heart and the pointlessness of your words.

Lines have been strewn in Gold on silver sheets of heaven,
Lethargic waters wash whatever left of shame I had. This is the peak of a story and the downfall of a king.

This tombstone is grey .. And the words engraved are small.. Like the life I lived ,they are indeed.

This vacuum is my air , heavy and black.

This darkness is my guide, light and sunshine .

This .. This is the end of me and the epitaph of another.