About Heba Al Feel

Welcome to my world. Grab a seat. Be careful not to slip into the dark abyss of meaning lost and never found. You look pretty today. I see you’ve dolled yourself up in paint for skin and mended wax for a smile. Try to keep quiet as the truth is being revealed and when the plastic glued to your face is being peeled off. We don’t want your screams to bother the brooding aristocrats smoking on dreams and puffing out poems. Let them think that we are still unaware of the truth… I do beg your pardon about the foggy weather today. It’s just the pollution caused by dusty words unsaid and buried under swirls of meaningless abstract. You can stick around for as long as you want, trying to consume the metaphorical disaster I’ve cooked up. You’re free to appreciate the taste of utter confusion topped with the plethora of complicated words and an amalgamation of adjectives.