let us sleep, you and i.
with the kisses you apply.
we shall finally unify.
yea i'm your guy.
who loves that sparkle in your eye.
also i'm high ...

astronauts and spaceships, only to make sure we watch every eclipse.
in stress kicks.
sweaty fingertips.
eye contact.
apocalypse.

what do you see in tunisia's future? we always get asked that in a denial of our present.
i don't like that concept for me not to fill up my mind with more stressful thoughts.
is the present not satisfying enough for us to travel further to the future?
i see myself as a dancer, a guitarist, a pianist, a scenarist, a writer and an active thinking and responsible intellectual.
however these are no good concerning these unsatisfying conditions.
how do i see myself in the future? more precisely in tunisia's future.
i'm certain i'd be exactly one of those mindless spinless creatures guided by money and lust, having those peaceful moments at night when i think twice about what i used to do.
i wouldn't relate to anyone of my future enviroment and no one will look or sound the same in a denial that we are all suffering inside.
unsatisfied we lay down and believe the lies we tell ourselves.
i see those herds of zombies heading to their office, to their jobs, thinking about the tasks they were ordered to do.
creating another generation of dead walkers.
same way we were raised, we'll also raise our kids.
i see trees falling down in the future, animals being deprived of the freedom we had when we were young impeccable and cleanheaded.
with every fallen leaf, we made a decision we regret.
one more reason to grief.
the future is relative, my thoughts are negative.
in the near sorrowful future i already feel neglected, we'll all feel rejected.
from a deadly society, we're headed to a deadlier one.
to the ironic anti-social society.
in the future, inside an estuary of waste, i fix my eyesight up to the industrial foggy sky seeking a tiny glimpse of the stars, praying to escape this monstrocity.
my childish imagination creates this spaceship that lands right infront of my thoughts.
i prepare my answers knowing that these extraterrestrials are gonna quention our existence.
the image blurrs and the aliens fade away, "run" i'd say "leave, don't be a victim of this cruel globe"
i pity whoever joins us humans,
us humans, us tunisians, we'll be known by overlooking the valuable bonds.
friendship love and affection, wouldn't be holy and true anymore. would be just another ficiton written on pages, forgotten through the ages.
at a similar time, in a similar situation, hypocrisy would be contagious, trust would only be a part of our imagination,
thrown away by inhuman archers, i would rather die than to join those emotionaless marchers.
to all my future surrounders, admire, forgive, love, give, for the damaged souls.
enjoy, live, hurt, heal, close the slits cut open by the ruthless life knife, but try not to to relive.

where was i ? most importantly where am i ?
i've held onto escapism to the point that i can't get back in touch with reality.
that ferocious reality that feeds on broken dreams, a ferocious reality that i can't get along with, a ferocious reality that tore me apart mentally, a ferocious reality that killed consciousness, a ferocious reality that tied everyone down with it's inhuman traditions.
i"ve always had the tendency to seek other distractions. why are the walls moving? why's everything joyfully dancing? what's happening? what's my distraction ? most importantly, what's my poison?
here i am lost, seeing everything jiggle with a belly-ache.
i can barely see, living seconds, losing pride, with a thought of unhappiness that i can't shake.
am i unconsciously losing my mind? or am i consciously trying to?
i'm not trying to, it can't be true.
dear god,you left me with The Complex Nature of this Simple Posession, four walls and a roof.
you say that you are close, is close the closest star. walls against my word, i wonder who can listen if they're just shouts into the void. it's this cruelty that i try to avoid.
somebody guide me, since this liquor took over me. i thought it would help set me free.
and forget society's careless underdevoloped mentality,
i'm locked inside my brain, i pledged to never use my mind in vain and now i don't know where i am.
this can't be my fate, i was destinate a greater glory. dear self i'm really sorry,
for what i've become.
dear cold white walls stop dancing and sob for my misery. the same misery you said it'll fade away when i'm old, and now it became a part of me that'll always stay.
when i was yound all my parents did was to prevent me, now all my dreams are gone. society did the same and i don't recall being it's son.
i can barely open my eyes, but i can observe these silhouettes of men trying to comfort me.
"HELP!!" my word against their loud phrases that i can't understand.
"open your eyes"
"OPEN THEM"
"i can't"
"YES YOU CAN!"
they're gone, i'm left now with six double edged swords forming the perfect hexagon.
is it the six cheap litres of luiquor that i drank, or the story of six years of me ruining my life.
after feeling the stab of society's blunt and rusty knife, that stayed in my heart ignoring the tears i bled.
i'm alive what a tragedy, i can take my own life away isn't that a phenomenon.life goes on and on and i'm stuck. facing this inevitable oblivion after every sip i take. realising that the oblivion i am seeking is permanent. and i'm back again with memories of this monstrous reality.

i cry, i drink then die, replacing this sorrowful truth with a happier lie.

Opened my eyes from dreams of galaxies and dark skies. bird's tweets stopped by my ear. cause her breath was all i wanted to hear.
I watched her shoulders fall then rise, her skin was clearer than the sunrise.
I put my palms on her shoulders sensing the motion, "bless my lips with your skin" i said with a careless whisper.
i went up following her spine, esch kiss felt better then the one below.
Reaching her hair i stopped. inhaling her smell,which for years i memorized.
I can't stop here i thought, from kisses to bites i reached her neck. From my palm i felt a shiver, 'tis the hickeys i gave her.
She was definitely awake, with my eyes closed i didn't realize until i heard the shout of my name.
I gave her a short gaze as she got closer to my face.
thy image haunts me everyday.

i'm sorry but i can't be here anymore, at least for you.
it was an experience worth living for, at least for me.
i could've loved you more, i'm sure.
i opened my heart, for you.
you closed the door, at me.
one last time i wanna be known again by you, but don't let me be.
from a lover to a goner, at least i'm a besfriend again.
i couldn't bear it, i needed someone to **** that man.
that mindless, spineless, dying group of organs.
i dissapeared cause i hated that jacket, i didn't stop aching to see you in it and i couldn't hack it.
so i dissapeared..
i wonder, in our conversation's slumber, do you miss me?
do you still look for my stories? do you open your phone and look at pictures i sent?
"it's okay" it's what i said but not what i meant.
i did what seemed impossible for alot just to get a sense of your scent.
but you didn't love me at the time, though you were more precious than any dime.
"i miss you" is what i'll always say, but i don't think you'll bother reading.
cause these are the slits of my heart just bleeding.
8 feb 2019,  09:56

though you speak strawberries and icecream with a little confetti and a pink sunbeam.
your words can easily break my heart.