My Fears Start To Chase Me When The Lights Are Off. They Would Never Let Me Stay In My Comfort Zone,they
My fears start to chase me when the lights are off. They would never let me stay in my comfort zone,they want to eat me alive and show my weakness,reveal me again and again. The darkness came to embrace my body as the whole world is crashing-splitting in two parts of reality and dreamland. Which world is the one that my heart desires the most? They turnd me as their anchor,i could run,but not reach them either. All alone in mixed space of pain and role play modes,my faces are always changing,i don't know who i should be,or maybe both. If I could find a way to draw my escape in my own chaos,i would believe that my exit is real. To find another piece of me,that's all i want. I want to heal.
-t.f.s.
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soap scum
(ione meraki 2024)
Art's another adventure in life
Why am i that satisfied?
If i keep moving fast,
maybe i'll blast in colours
falling down to ashes when i burn,
keep receiving the best believe,
in my heart and mind i bleed.
-t.f.s.
I wouldn't waste my time if It wasn't you. But my mind is a rage I'm using to destruct every part of people skin and cut their words that come from their mouths. And I hope they don't know I ate their thoughts for lunch.
-t.f.s.
Diana, The Huntress by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (19th Century)
Има нещо специфично в това да изразиш емоция в изказване.
Звучи по-поетично , по-вълнуващо , защото знаеш че някой ден хората ще преследват думите ти за да открият мотивацията отново.
(Chaotic context, don't mind it)
My crossing surface leads me to a memory
All the mountains of thoughts,they reach out
to hang me on the wall of open doors,
they take me away in the nothingness..
It urges to be eater,it crawls, ties me up..
I'm not ready to be observed yet..
Darkness is a crossover , I don't want to lose it.
-t.f.s.
Reborn.
Feels so good to be reborn,
my room of art awaits me,
let the sunset shine on me,
let it paint me in warmth.
-t.f.s.
If I'm being honest, I can't even begin to properly channel alot of my anger
But even then it's barely visible, barely recognizable not taken seriously
Be it the hatred I feel, or my off bloodthirsty thoughts that dance around the back of my mind or the inessential lust for violence
To act on these thoughts and feelings would be wrong
But to leave them as they are
At least to me seems so utterly disappointing
“Не говорех, мълчах, тогава ме забелязаха, когато изчезвах “
Window.
Behind faint panes
there is darkness,
doomed greyness
flowing over
as a night sky
within deepest
dreams, empty
and spaced.
-t.f.s.
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