Walled inside a single thought
of stationary progress,
a ghost of a mind exposed to
perplexed by the innocence of its
worn out by the contradiction of
the passage of time across
platforms assert its erasure.
Within a multitude of axes,
an existence might even negate the
awareness of its own being.
Waseem Sherif © 05/07/2016
yeah, i write this nonsense on my phone while I can’t sleep at night. but this stuff comes out in such an uninterrupted stream that it makes me wonder if it’s really nonsense…
Happy Eid el Fitr to all Muslims around the world! ^_^