Pressure.

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.

The tip of your fingers led me to beautiful places- like the beauty in your eyes,

but in my dreams they were slowly fading

when you rushed our kiss to end.

-t.f.s.

My dreams 

Unearthed

Hungering for lost light

Searching for the tremor

of Existence

Wild in the tombless Void 

of the Eternal

~victoria pettella

“But you have to manage that , you have to learn how to be alive after dying again and again. The art of recovery is to want to be alive after plenty of deaths.”

Hiding

Danger greets us

To when we find attachment,

Relationship between me and you

Is that we're both so ignorant.

Story begins with "US" ,

but ends with "I".

How can I run away?

Powers perish me

It's what I used to be.

- t.f.s.

Silent thoughts.

Behind the sickness

I'd wish to drown

In your affection

I seek, I draw

the feeling

of death's birth,

a feeling like that

It never regrets.

You stole what I felt

Freedom could step

Into the unknown

Into the farewell,

It never became dark

But just lonely,

not enough.

—T.F.S.

Five: This is my “I don’t care” face.

Vanya: This is your normal face.

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.

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-t.f.s.