“I Also Feel Like Traveling And Getting To Know The Literatures Of Foreign Countries.”

(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.

Love sparkles in front of our eyes, it brings us light.

And we see it - through awesome pain , through our self's weight , we feel it.

We get more passionate about it , more free and less stressed.

We become what we needed to be , someone's honorable friend.

I pray every moment in my lightning years , to be fulfilled , and the love that has given on earth is all beyond war.

War's not the balance , it is a complex word , in which we live under chains.

War is not a poetry to be told , a smell of a burning field with broken heart, sealed .

people are like “i am fine” and then stare into the void all night.

its me, i am people.

Part of me will feel traced inside even when time stops onwards. And yet,cold skin,cold heart- it's just because you faded,it's irrelevant.

-t.f.s.

What it means to be needed.

" Love means searching for your comfort zone such as your skin, your hair, your voice, your hand. It means so much just like warmth has come down on greeting the earth. "

-t.f.s.

“Не говорех, мълчах, тогава ме забелязаха, когато изчезвах “

Night is a spectator for me and you, a life that's never a flower,but it's a waterfall reaching its never ending saga.

-t.f.s.

I searched for papers in life...I was so dedicated in them that I built my own reality there. Rolling in the deepest secrets of every page,every scar left me unspoken,unseen..so dark,rarely breathing.. I found my inspiration in your incoming colours,blue was the one I fell for. Because blue was motivation,blue was you and your emotion. In saddest times we keep ourselves awake..and if you don't wake yourself up, life's going to beat you.

-t.f.s.

Diary.

Hey,pain. Are you still knocking on my front door?

What time is it already? Is it time for me to go?

Hi,pain. I'm calling you to stay away from me,

I wish you to vanish, I don't wanna be afraid anymore,

go away, don't stay beside me, you'll make me burn.

Hey,pain. Are you awake?

I wish you never return.

Sometimes you come at me

and it's a good feeling, but

I don't wanna have one now.

You broke my healthy spirit

and now it's all gone,

you went through my windows

and now all I see is blur.

I hope you don't come back,

I want to be alone by myself,

I wish to go elsewhere

without you,negativity.

Without you,sadness,pain and darkness.

Don't follow me.

-t.f.s.

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.