Art's Another Adventure In Life

Sweet Music

Loving is your sense of touch,

Soft and gentle- just the way you look.

Your empire is my work of art,

Outstanding , my home is your eyes-

Searching for a spot invisible for others,

A smile so warm greeting me.

Tiny little fingers crossed my heart,

For a second, fire burned within me-

Voice like a thousand deities singing

Waiting to be reached for assurance ,

Looking for that comfort you gave ,

A sweet music that echoes beneath.

-t.f.s.

Silent thoughts.

Behind the sickness

I'd wish to drown

In your affection

I seek, I draw

the feeling

of death's birth,

a feeling like that

It never regrets.

You stole what I felt

Freedom could step

Into the unknown

Into the farewell,

It never became dark

But just lonely,

not enough.

—T.F.S.

Smile.

Chaos, words

In

my mouth.

Screaming,

nowhere to shout.

It sucks

to stay at

place where

I don't belong.

Don't worry,

smile,

breathe when

they choke.

-t.f.s.

“The ones who notice the storms in your eyes, the silence in your voice and the heaviness in your heart are the ones you need to let in.”

— Steve Maraboli

Joji. ❤

My dreams 

Unearthed

Hungering for lost light

Searching for the tremor

of Existence

Wild in the tombless Void 

of the Eternal

~victoria pettella

Знаете ли, че според някои определени хора, “сродните души“ се срещат в нашия свят за кратко, но никога не се женят. Причината за това е, че ако две такива души се отдадат една на друга те ще се саморазрушат.

- Взето от една книга.

I know.

I know that when I try to take my pain, It's temporary feeling and It still hurts like a thousand times of breaking. My breath leaves my body and It won't let me think properly. It's taking too long to go back to my stable mode. It just burns my whole skin like sun, and gravity is no needed in my head,it just throws my oxygen away. But I need that oxygen. I need that life like I need the homemade bread in the morning, the sweetness...it's taking me back where I used to have a comfort zone. And happiness- just me running down the garden with flowers in a sunny day,having a place to seat on and watch the smiley sky.

And I need that..that patience that takes too much time on my self-improvement,because I still am not blooming yet. I'm trying..I'm learning to stay alive.

-t.f.s.

𝖍.𝖕. 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖙🖤🐙

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