С последния си дъх
ще погълна всичко
за да мога да живея
да остана , да мечтая
в очи - вселени с
милиони галактики ,
живеят в тялото ми ,
ликуват в душата ми
с последния си дъх .
They asked me what it's like to be the oldest soul. But souls have no age, they just transfer anywhere in their free lives, being capable of creating many stories in many places. They aren't like us, they can be invisible and you won't feel them, but they embrace your whole material body while they are the anchor. I hope you understand how bad is to be the prisoner. They are the feeling you cannot stand up from bed. The noise that comes out from your head. The freedom you've been longing for. But souls need escape. They are just tired living inside a body,like they are locked in another space of chaos. Try to reach yourself by being productive in the name of nature.
Amazing. Better give this guy some hearts.
I write to face my fears.
Like when you don’t know what you’ve got until she leaves and you feel the tears, and you weep and you lose your hair, and your sleep is just all nightmares, and you seep into dark despair, when you breathe you can’t feel the air, and you panic.
The manic depressive in you, an addict for anguish, madness is all you fathom, you crash in repeated fashions, your actions can’t help you manage, the sadness you have is havoc, no passion for life it’s tragic, it happens to be a habit.
You try to go back to where it started, where happiness departed, where you lost your heart and replaced the space with scars, the hardest part is knowing you’ve wasted all your time in loathing, you’d chosen to throw away the emotions that made you human.
Through the misty glass
forgotten truth remains as
pieces are folded .
-t.f.s.
Депресията е разтопен асфалт - мирише упойващо, лепне, прави краката ти тежки.
Behind faint panes
there is darkness,
doomed greyness
flowing over
as a night sky
within deepest
dreams, empty
and spaced.
-t.f.s.
Ocean blues.
Explore places
That oceans hide
Beneath our feet.
“Do more things that make you forget to check your phone.”
— Unknown
She was a careful soul
that no one really took
and her hands wanted more
than just happiness behind
a dark frame ;
incapable of speaking
she lets the waves
kiss her skin ,
and trap her inside her veins ;
till she feels colder ,
lower , damaged ,
till her eyes no longer flicker. .
-t.f.s.