Asmaa

I want to write and write and write about nothing and everything and nothing. Without being questioned about the intentions behind my words, what I'm trying to hide and yet reveal all at once.

Dreams seem to be superfluous, an unending stream of images and people that can never fully satisfy, that can never be fully achieved. Road blocks of the mind exist to such a degree that there is no longer a road at all. Just a wall that reaches up into the sky, beyond my vision.

There's this force, pressing on me, that I haven't felt before.