Петър Одажиев | Petar Odazhiev

I feel

The north star
Still shines in the rough chart
The navel it’s seen central 
A callice, I pick at, the road
I trace it my fingers they still gentle
I swerve only, my eyes crust and they 
Eagle to the rough ground
It’s seizing
Quietly seeming but step closer
Two hundred millimeters away
Harshly it’s wheezing 
The throat caught in it flips
Coughing it chips
Peace through the solar eclipse
Hoping I don’t total
Leaving the trust 
Circle 
The closer the heart 
It come to
My bed and the bosom 
My flavor of choice
It was your head in my heart 
I wish I could pray
To
Your face
Or rest my heart and my head
On top of all that you bore
On top of all that it is
Arrest
The way that it isn’t
It’s the physique and it’s mental
Slowly inching towards paying that
Stress got me itching,
It’s cosmic
My Adam's less like an apple
More like a sandcastle 
Caught in my throat
Teeth grinding with vigor
The eager was mentioned
In the remorse
As strong as the sound
Of that thump thump thump or the gallop
My voice slips and it’s hoarse
Hope it leaps over the rails
Speeding
Once I was
Sober
Remained sorry 
Came back
For Longer

Concept

I aimed for self-confrontation and personal adjustment by addressing the problematic situation I found myself in with issues of withdrawal and a mind-body transformation since quitting drug use. The images display the sensations of starvation, confusion, paranoia, restlessness, discombobulation, and hyperactivity, while also proposing a subjective view of how it feels to be experiencing those mental states.