I knew this girl.
I knew her well.
I lived with her broken spirit for quite some time.
And with her judgement many more years.
Sadly she never got the chance to meet me.
Only the version of me she was told I would be.
Now she lives in Stockholm.
Once in a while I feel the urge to bring her home.
But then I think clearly again,
With the authenticity of my blooming soul,
That she will never be able to see.
Without knowing the real me.
Without my judgement.
For her Stockholm is the place to be.
M.P.Yasmine
Children without…
“Some children grow up to be adults with no story to tell. They’re not owning a story. They only relive and rewrite their parents story. That is the most sad part about generational curses. Children without authentic developed identities.”
M.P.Yasmine
Survival Mode
My body in agony.
My mind in ruins.
My senses spiraling out of control.
Frantically about everything.
I need a good sleep.
Deep sleep.
Reset.
Society
”Not only the pandemic withholds us from true authentic living.
The plague infested in our minds does too.”
M.P.Yasmine
Cigarette
”After 24 years smoking,
quitting brought me in this nonexistent deep void filled with sorrow and grief.
Each morning I decide if I have the strength to climb out of it.”
M.P.Yasmine
Mental Health
”Sometimes I recharge myself by unplugging the doorbell and sleep all day on a mattress between 2 couches.”