Dimitra Biskini

“I know the feeling When you cry alone Your ego keeps you alive But your heart wants to die Every second you wish For the world to stop”
― Irum Zahra, Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black

“I still smell your absence on my skin. It smells of insomnia and rusted key locks...”
― Malak El Halabi

“The rain is, in a sense,
The sole sad friend of those who find themselves
Thinking, wide awake, until the dawn,
Who, in bed, alone, with fevered hands,
Listen to it, soothed. They like the company
Of its faint moan across the sleeping plain,
Its rustling in the garden all night long.

- On the Great Grey Road (Sur ce Grand Chemin Gris...)”
― Alain-Fournier, Poems

“I have lost my rhythm.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.

I have been robbed of
my filth.”
― Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit