{"id":86,"date":"2021-05-12T10:16:11","date_gmt":"2021-05-12T10:16:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/?p=86"},"modified":"2021-05-26T15:54:52","modified_gmt":"2021-05-26T15:54:52","slug":"musing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/musing\/","title":{"rendered":"Musing"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>by Liri Hashani &#8211; Lirka<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-audio\"><audio controls src=\"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/kercitje.m4a\"><\/audio><figcaption>Please press play. This audio recording is intended by the author to be played while reading the poem. Created by Liri Hashani &#8211; Lirka.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:87px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><strong>Numb&nbsp;<\/strong>\n\nI happen to hate every second of it.\nMy pressure raises, my voice deepens.\nI can\u2019t articulate.\nMind being the puzzle with some missing \npieces.\nI try to breathe, I suggest you do the \nsame.\n&nbsp;\nI insist\n&nbsp;\nTill I get yelled at. \nI hush and do my job.\n\nNow we change shoes, your pressure \nrises, you don\u2019t even have a temper,\nyou\u2019re all red.\nI\u2019m afraid your heart might explode out of its place. \n\nWhen you do that, it\u2019s my time to go crazy\ninside my head. All of this feels surreal.\nI put my right hand on my chest, where I\nusually feel my heart, just to touch a \nticking bomb.&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\nShe sleeps on my hands, while my mouth \nsays things out of my head, \u201ceverything\nwill be okay\u201d knowing very well, that\nnothing will.&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\nWhile watching her sleep, I go back to my \nroutine of a lifeguard in my own house\nwhich feels deeper than the ocean.\n\n<\/pre>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator\"\/>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-video\"><video height=\"900\" style=\"aspect-ratio: 720 \/ 900;\" width=\"720\" controls src=\"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/video-1622025076.mp4\"><\/video><figcaption>Please press play. This video is intended by the author to be played while reading the poem. Created by Liri Hashani &#8211; Lirka.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">been worse\n\nbeen better \n\nlost people \u2014 been better \n\nseen people awry \n\nseen people do better\n\nnew people \u2014 new me \u2014 with my new personality \n\nthe world is so small, and yet \n\ncouldn\u2019t help but decay\n\nseen people at the top \n\nand once again at the starting line waiting for the shot.\n\n<\/pre>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">undress\nfrom all the dresses\nfrom all the clothes\nfrom everything that doesn\u2019t feel close\nrelease yourself&nbsp;\nfrom the pain\nand everything that still remains&nbsp;\n<\/pre>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator\"\/>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\"><p><strong>Liri Hashani &#8211; Lirka<\/strong><br>Graduated from University of Prishtina\u2019s Faculty of Journalism. Through poetry she escapes the everyday humdrum and focuses on the thoughts running through her mind. Through poetry she simultaneously says a lot and barely anything.<\/p><p><strong>Liri Hashani &#8211; Lirka<\/strong><br>Ka p\u00ebrfunduar studimet n\u00eb Universitetin e Prishtin\u00ebs n\u00eb deg\u00ebn e Gazetaris\u00eb.<br>Me poezi, arrin\u00eb t\u00eb largohet nga p\u00ebrditshm\u00ebria e t\u00eb fokusohet n\u00eb mendimet q\u00eb kalojn\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr mendje. T\u00eb tregoj\u00eb shum\u00eb e n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn koh\u00eb, t\u00eb mos tregoj asgj\u00eb.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Three poems by Liri Hashani &#8211; Lirka, accompanied by an audio recording of crackles. to be heard during the reading.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":123,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-86","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-multimedia","category-poetry"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=86"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":131,"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86\/revisions\/131"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/123"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=86"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=86"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=86"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}