My eyes felt heavy, but I didn’t let them rest after the too-much they had stayed open for, and the much-more they were waiting for to happen. I blinked very fast, too. In case you turned to look my way and find me mid-blink, then you might have thought my eyes are resting so myContinue reading “But First, Coffee”
Category Archives: Senses
Mosaic
My consciousness is a mosaic designed with sharp shards and broken pieces of people, words and memories. The glue that keeps them together to make me whole is my subconscious. What you see is not all me. What you see is a part of others, put together by me. -Beisan AlShafei
Within Minutes
In times of distress, all I plan for is to take some space. One of the places I go to is the sea, I sit on the hood of my car to be lulled and hypnotized by the breaking of the water on the shore. I watch my besieged thoughts as they squander spontaneously oneContinue reading “Within Minutes”
As Diligent as a Monkey Orange
He diligently climbed the tree. Branch after branch after branch – hands grabbing their twigs fingers choking their sprigs – and when he could no longer climb, that’s when he reached the topmost of the top of the smallest and flimsiest tree he ever climbed. He paused to glower down at the black of her fleecyContinue reading “As Diligent as a Monkey Orange”
Beisan's Burble 