Beautiful Kazakhstan girl Unsocial Radioactive Kid introduces us to a poem that was recently written by her. It´s essence and the theme is about ” probably one of the most actual thing nowadays – the loneliness and selfishness which unfortunately manages the world in a tandem. I’m only 17 years old, but believe me, I know what do I write.”
“I was born in Kazakhstan on just an ordinary autumn day. Barely all my life I was connecting only with sports (I was a professional gymnast for 12 years) and basic studying what should “feed” you in the foggy future. But then, unexpectedly, when I was 15 years old I moved to Bulgaria in order to represent it on the competitions. And one year later my sports future has been ruined by irredeemable injuries so I started searching for my own place in society. When I moved from the post-Soviet country here, to “relaxed” Bulgaria there appeared a frustration from broken down intrusive ideas of two different mentalities. Feeling like a “cast” in a stream of a soulless condemning crowd. Under one’s breath I started protesting through poetry and by this time I also started to meet interesting people who could “see the world from my coast”. All these awesome photos were taken by one of this “outsider crew” by my good, close friend and in my opinion very talented man – Lyubomir Ignatov.
So I’d like to share this piece of me with you:
Honestly it was just an ordinary afternoon. August 12th. Sofia. It was pretty usual until that exact moment when the air suddenly got a taste and smell of the autumn. It was stuffy and warm outside, – absolutely typical weather for August. But at the same time I felt a cold prickly wind. This is Fall thoughts foreboding, which you are deligently trying to avoid.
Everyone has his own quirks and whims.
Everyone is weird in his own little way.
You all understand me well.
Too fine-tooth amusement in a crew of yourself (that is very typical for introverts and social phobia) can’t shelter you from the regular feelings of loneliness and the ridiculous nudity in a huge dense crowd of people, to swim through you’ll need more than only one pair of oars…
Smells like autumn spirit
Feel this biting wind
I’m sure you could hear me
If you weren’t blind
Can you just believe me?
Cause the others greedily judge
If you didn’t see me
You would be alright…
Smells like autumn spirit
I was born thereat
Where they favour to forgive you
But you’re a blameless heart
And the leaves are swilling
In the turmoil of these days
When someone hardly hears you
But no one understands…
words by Unsocial Radioactive Kid
photography by Lyubomir Ignatov