She is a friend,
desire, create
new elements
of worlds in place.
-t.f.s.
MYSTIC LAND- UNIVERSE'S EYE.
somewhere where the world is not boundless,
where the universe is a mystic land,
someone's presence knows every thread of it,
observes every movement of human existence,
and clings to its essence slowly,imperceptibly
with one goal-to take place and destroy its target.
eyes of rage and deep fear watch the Earth in its perfection.
Nibiru is disappearing,
the era of darkness is near,
new evil forces are waking up and circling
the galaxies to take what's theirs.
it's disguisting influence swallows and eats away
at the dark circle of eternity,drinking life to the
last drop.
the soaring shapeless body coming from
the heavens makes it's vengeful dance,
closes the space and regains its power
over the planet..
..and it will be back for more,
hiding behind Saturn's ring,
wrapping around every planet,
life time is running out fast,
the sun is fading,
everyone is dying.
-t.f.s.
- source: someone i love.
to be loved~victoria pettella
People weren't capable of creating light.
They just stayed behind the ashes and smell of destruction painted in a black hole.
Before it could attack, the void was a spiral that fed itself with your soul.
Art is an inspiration when you're not even expecting it to come and surprise you. Art is just a magical place where there is so much life to desire to,most of the times you feel like you're traveling in a lost and forgotten world with artworks and treasures called emotions,you'll find your peace because the ones who find the beauty,they see theirselves,when they find the doors of heaven,they form their peace inside them. Not many could believe it,but art is what's not always available on this world,it's connected with the spirit calling our bodies to set free.
I wish to find happiness in what I am,
In what I usually am cursing,
But what it means to find
When I've lost my comfort?
Late nights, same questions
It lasts until when I wake up
I see the sun waving at me
And now I forgot what's
been troubling me .
-t.f.s.
In a liftetime
I'll be the night
surrounding you
drowning you
in magical sleep.
Tomorrow is
a new day line,
and i'll be close
as if it's the last
breath I'd take,
but when I am
a reason for you,
keep breathing-
time's with us.
-t.f.s.
He, who wants to fight
and be frightened,
he, who wants to become
someone, followed by the sun
erased from mortality
and forgiven,
time has come,
may he gather all the light,
all the fire, the passion
that drag him all the way up
and behind that sadness
may he break the pressure
to find natural peace as treasure.
-t.f.s.
I watch the world burn
through a shattered glass beneath
darkest depths of fears .
-t.f.s.
Oh, to be loved is not to sit and talk,
It's not drinking each other's blood,
It is a pure magic- to help and learn,
growing does matter, It's how we born,
this is a way of healing of broken hearts,
that's the true feeling when I see your eyes,
when they sparkle like I've never seen before,
and the pain releases, we prepare for inside-war.
Oh, to be loved is to see through darkness,
Through your path showing the unknown,
It is how to set it free, and we'll no longer
be incapable, separated and not enough.
To be loved is to be "you and me",
to feel it as long as you breathe,
as long as you stay to live.