The heart of an artist is so much more than an ocean. So much more than the heaven. So much more...
S. Asani
There are very few of us walking these grounds - hidden and unrecognized - cuz we are not what they are. We are like messages from another world written in a foreign language for no one to decipher. Cuz we are not for them. We are keepers. And they track us, hunt us and beat … Continue reading S. Asani
The seed
I wish I could plant something within your heart, which would grow healthy and strong roots. For it shall survive every season of bitterness, madness, dissapointment and grief. It may grow the size of my affection, hold colorful leaves of tenderness, wear gentle blossoms of care, provide you with juicy fruits of pride, honor and … Continue reading The seed
S. Asani
And everytime they hurt me, it is not myself I worry about and not my wounds which leave damage to my heart. It is this question: How can they simply do such things? I mean, is this a skill?
My East…
I can't keep myself from worshipping. For have I not found myself grown out of yourself? If you are not this part of me, then why did it calm when you appeared and is now tearin' me apart as you leave? May you forgive my deadly sin. May you grant me entrance to your garden. … Continue reading My East…
Strings to myself
I plugged the greasy wadding from my inside and had me stuffed with mere love. "Watch them strings, oh dear puppeteer - see, I had them cut! No specious play, no remarkable act - you draw and tear paralyzed threads!" Behold, your doll is finally dancin'...
S. Asani
Life and this world have always been explained and discovered by queer thinkers, free spirits and artists - not by politicians or governments. So we run this fuckin' place and it will be our turn to set it on fire!
Great good-byes to “friends”… (copy)
I will deactivate this FB Account somewhen during today, depending on when I am done to backup what I want to keep. This shit here caused me nothing but severe pain and taught me nothing but one thing: I don't mean anything to anyone but everyone means too much to me. So I choose isolation … Continue reading Great good-byes to “friends”… (copy)
