By Mazen The Companion It is only fear that guards the pioneers’ steps Hey free man! You are alone until the last drop of your truth is shed I hope the sky will save you.
Something is drowning; Maybe it is me Another thing floats to the surface; Maybe it’s your other face .
You Are Here!
This is me A male with all my visual attractions, drowning in your little details, Managing my depression as a song on your walls, in the loneliness of my soul, I am exiled looking for you This is me, drawing you as jasmine on the pages of my heart, Genius in your colour Genius in your perfume I am breathing your presence