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

Сенрю 2

Заровени очи

в кутия без мисли

времето спи .

-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.

Hot Love.

Ticklish words ,

like small touch

lays around your neck .

Holding breaths ,

let warmth join in

to let feelings slide in .

-t.f.s.

-No matter where you are going to,i'll sing our song when you're gone.

Source: quotes.

Stuffed shark and kisame

IKEAの鮫ぬいぐるみと鬼鮫

“Passion changes it, the depth and timbre of voice, the sound of your name.”

— Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson

TRAVEL TO INFINITY

In a obstacle of time

My spirit was rising,

Calling the unknown demons

That caught my own heart.

Captured by the sunlight

I could read the given symbols

Formed as bird clouds in the sky.

In my own world i defined death

As another start through this whole battle in infinity,

Through the land of the missing

Which cracked me and led me

To unforgotten sea of mystery.

There was no such thing as the ability to resist the voices of mermaids catching your breath,

The ability to open up your world

To another face that remains the same difficult pain,

I relive in the ocean,

I breathe when there's no more sorrow to borrow.

Voices who recall my sweet memories,

They tremble in my head,they bring me the essamble,

I stay in troubles to justify them,to change them into something unsaved.

I could see no more demons among my dread,

I could release,break through someone's angle,for helping my distant self.

My heart is not having depths,

My mind's getting overwhelmed with signs,

Conquered thoughts,

Different lights,

Everything flashes

As i travel back in time.

-t.f.s.

Nature!♡

"Spring"

How is it possible for me to remember the simplest movements of hands unknown to me:

They collect the memories slowly, with ease, so as not to drop them

and the words stop the music that I created for myself in silence.

But do they hear my sobbing heart

isolated by mirrored walls?

-t.f.s.

soap scum

(ione meraki 2024)