Yassine Bhs

“حالة نادرة من الاكتئاب أنا
حالة ليس لها شبيه
أنا الحزن بكل ألوانه
أنا اليأس بكل أشكاله
أنا الإحباط
أنا التيه
أنا نهر دمع بلا مصب
أنا الجرح الذي لا يجد من يداويه
لا حبيب لي و لا رفاق
كل ما أملك قلم ورزمة أوراق”
― سوزان عليوان, عصفور المقهى

“the crunch too much too little too fat too thin or nobody. laughter or tears haters lovers strangers with faces like the backs of thumb tacks armies running through streets of blood waving winebottles bayoneting and fucking virgins. or an old guy in a cheap room with a photograph of M. Monroe. there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock. people so tired mutilated either by love or no love. people just are not good to each other one on one. the rich are not good to the rich the poor are not good to the poor. we are afraid. our educational system tells us that we can all be big-ass winners. it hasn’t told us about the gutters or the suicides. or the terror of one person aching in one place alone untouched unspoken to watering a plant. people are not good to each other. people are not good to each other. people are not good to each other. I suppose they never will be. I don’t ask them to be. but sometimes I think about it. the beads will swing the clouds will cloud and the killer will behead the child like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone. too much too little too fat too thin or nobody more haters than lovers. people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad. meanwhile I look at young girls stems flowers of chance. there must be a way. surely there must be a way we have not yet thought of. who put this brain inside of me? it cries it demands it says that there is a chance. it will not say “no.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell

“how dismal it is to have no one to go to in the morning to share one’s griefs and joys; how hateful when something weighs on you and there’s nowhere to lay it down. You know to what I refer. I often tell to my pianoforte what I want to tell to you.”
― Frédéric Chopin, Chopin's Letters

“Longtemps, mon seul but dans la vie était de m'autodétruire. Puis, une fois, j'ai eu envie de bonheur. C'est terrible, j'ai honte, pardonnez-moi : un jour, j'ai eu cette vulgaire tentation d'être heureux. Ce que j'ai appris depuis, c'est que c'était la meilleure manière de me détruire.”
― Frédéric Beigbeder, L'amour dure trois ans