Dimitra Biskini

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

“I crave stillness,
And yet I fear the moment
Stillness turns into boredom,
And the moment boredom
Turns into loneliness.”
― Chris Mc Geown, Dead of Night

“Sleep and cry and rest no more For you have lived many storms before Run or crawl and find the sea Dive in the pleasure Let it set you free.”
― Irum Zahra, Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black

“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