day four. the mosquitoes do not tire. a few buzz away near my ear while i am lost in thought.
is it so wrong to let someone know you?
the constant whistling echoes in my head and melds with questions i do not know the answers to. it is a monotonous drone of thoughts resting on the tips of mosquitoes' wings and it is slowly becoming hard to tell them apart.
are you a horrible person for allowing someone to love you?
i swing at the air near my ear. it stops for a while and there is silence. have i stopped thinking as well? or do more perplexing questions stumble around in the dark? the buzzing begins again.
do you let it go on because you like the way it feels?
now, one of the bastards is perched on my knee. an easy target. remember, taking a second to aim is necessary before you strike. then, two twin specks of blood stain both fabric & skin.
will it be different this time or are you the same old you?
day four. the buzzing continues. -
something different or something true -
- @ansabscribe fav writer
A visit at #SharjahArtFoundation to witness the incredible works of #HassanSharif
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Hassan Sharif: I am the single work artist || I’m an object maker || he’s known for his conceptual art and experimental practice. This one is my favorite - a repetitive rows of brooms
Instagram, do you love me??? BTW, there is a correct answer to this question. Which is YES. Could also be followed up with HELL YES. Anyways, I love you, Instagram. You know how much joy I get from taking a picture, or composing and styling the one I am in, then editing and writing a caption. A TON, no a triple million ton. I don't care if that does not make sense, I have a forever excuse, I am Russian. ⠀
But, anyways, happy Saturday and let's have a relaxing weekend!