(Chaotic Context, Don't Mind It)

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 .

Me facing my problems

It is black

Inky black

Empty black

And cathedral quiet

I can hear everything that doesn't move

Every monster that isn't there

But I am not scared

Not frozen

Or even a little unsure

I know this darkness

I know this silence

It is comfortable

Familiar

And I am content

Content with darkness

It does not silence me

Or confuse me

Or overwhelm me because I am light

And the darkness welcomes me

What is darkness?

Nothing more than the

Naked absence of light

It is my purpose

And my passion

Without it

I am useless

I am not afraid

When I sit in darkness

-ex Nihilo

My favourite work.

In the cold, a snowy tundra,

An entire horizon of trees half dead,

Solace in a winter solstice

A place where I can find beauty in the death of nature,

Knowing it will grow again, but not now.

Knowing I will grow again, somehow.

Weather consisting of frost and flakes

Someday I will live in the cold,

Wether it be with someone I love,

Or not.

“I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.”

— Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

You say your name is heavy

Like an anchor that sinks into the ocean bed?

Like a warm wool coat that shields from the icy wind?

Like honey’s viscosity or cream’s thickness?

Like a suitcase full of first-edition brilliance?

You shake your head: No. Heavy, like…

a sack of drenched grains.

I laugh. Your self-deprecation

is the height of ludicrousness

You smile, tucking

the curls behind my ear;

What comes to mind

when you think of my name?

My turn to smile;

your name stretches my lips

as easily as a lily bursting open in bloom

Your name is the collection

of gossamer threads wrapped

around my brain

the comfort of cashmere

the light of an incandescent

glittering reflections of sun on water

the billowing of a scarf

in the soothing zephyr

keeping my attention

in apt rapture

Like a marble I roll between my fingers

your name is the ball set rolling

down the lane angled to strike down

every single pin of my stoicism

"Colorful life".

I compared her to my sunsets. She threw away the stormy clouds in her pocket and showed her shiny smile. That's called a morning sunshine.

-t.f.s.

Pressure.

Whole deadly dim of glory

flows with dirty air of essence

deeper than thoughts,

surround my chest.

Where are those voices

who scatter our breath,

names falling down,

faces stay the same.

Flashing lights recall,

the depths of spirits

they stroke to dawn.

Losing part of faith,

magnificent gesture

breaks away the silence,

without a cloak,

darkness is dull.

-t.f.s.

Five: This is my “I don’t care” face.

Vanya: This is your normal face.