Memories above a tratosphere.
Uncut stones and dynamic fences.
Double feelings widen like farms in Cyprus
Sometimes i want to be drawn with the night (a sketch)
Sometimes i become agressive,pushing the wall to find dreams i did not dream at night. (fading pain)
I am the girl crossing borders.
I became dominion,we raised children with Africans grazing maze in Egypt. (Nubia)
All i want is to be held in a confined space.