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“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”

— Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959

I have chased after the moon

Thinking it will fall in love with me too

But everyone loved it so much that it climbed the sky more high

Proud of being in the spotlight

He asked me, "what will you do to be mine?"

I said, " anything that your heart desires."

Then he told me to climb the highest level and jump

I climbed his ego and died in the arms of a liar.

- s.h

Let the oceans wash away my guilt,

to the one that I rely on,

the one I felt so deep on,

this hand as my guidance,

this spirit as my home,

I feel them for once and last of all..

In a moment

silence broke

all the wishes,

it broke a path,

a stone of dreams,

hopes that lie on

my garden of peace.

Feels like terrible wedding

Where my heart's not invited

And eyes see nothing..

Toasts on barely lasting love,

groans of pleasure, in devor,

the day ends in defeat,

silence just fell asleep.

Everything visible

faded out of me.

-t.f.s.

DEAD WONDERLAND.

A thread between virtuality and truth,

the wind sings,the walls turn black,

shadows run quickly through them.

Does heaven exist in this murky world?

The wind blows hopelessly,

someone's eyes watch through hell.

The silence was a temporary consolation,

a noise-death sentence.

Weapons become poison to life,

and life changes.

That relentless smile,

making its way through

the mind,is getting wider.

The goodnight song flies through the air

and reminds of death.

Death,which they called

paradise and solvation.

Mask hides the face of death,

whispers it's last wishes

before killing someone

for good night.

The gates of hell open..

blood is pouring everywhere...

the flowers are dying along

with the song of the wind.

-t.f.s.

Feels like home.

Do you know why you feel like home?

Because when you're far away from me

I feel lost; I'm hopeless and homeless man

without your endless and sweet love.

- source: someone i love.

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.

That's wow.

Hopefully -

In seven years I’ll be a different person,

And in my stride

I seem to find

That belief an assertion.

It’s not as if I’m struggling,

To find out who I am.

It’s just that thought of deep unrest is bubbling,

To the surface,

Again.

To be alone cathartic,

Apart from life

A part of life.

To regain my composure,

To ensure I find closure.

There are meanings to these thoughts

These thoughts I feel and hold.

There’s times upon the horizon,

Still yet to be told.

There’s loss upon my path, to radiant perfection.

Wether it be at my hands or through times of inflection.

It’s impossible to feel loss,

Without once having had.

So that’s will be my goal,

A story yet untold.

I’ll collect many more memories, and experiences.

And have myself,

To mould.

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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.