A Gossip.
A gossip.
Dark clouds cover my inner thoughts.
I hate it. And it annoys me.
It makes me weak.
A whole space of excuses, laughters, expanding around my ego.
I have no time for this.
Twisted, I don't know where I belong anymore.
What's the meaning of this?
Who's interrupting my mind behind the scenes?
Am I still truly alone or will find comfortable place soon enough?
Nothing is harder than carrying four shoulders on your own, chin is down, body is damaged but still willing to mark more scars because I know it's worth it. I know I am somewhere close.
But when did I find the door?
I can't sleep and stay awake longer,
I hope for my very close end to come,
and then, I'll be living in my own peace.
-t.f.s.
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Henry James, from The Portrait of a Lady
Hidden.
I used to know world's broken slides and I travel around them in the ocean open wide.
Avoiding the thousand times of "you're a liar", that shows how much I like drinking my mistakes.
-t.f.s
Your sadness is my sadness. Wherever you go,I'll follow you and spoil your spirit. I'll be hoping for you to grow more courage anyway. I'll be there with you,you're just not going to notice,I'm quiet yet calm,loving and patient for your heart. Because one day I'll be the one to warm it up.
-t.f.s.
Notes to myself.
Killing the happiness
is like killing an animal
or nature that gives
hundred of lives.
My ideas are illusion
and illusion makes me company
after I lose my confidence.
Whatever I am, whoever I was
is the past that I've re-written.
There's a new flesh bleeding
In my cells in divine,
whatever needs to be finished,
my past will lay in pieces.
-t.f.s.
For another sad human without a realization.
βWhatever you do, never run back to what broke you.β
β Frank Ocean (via perrfectly)
Sun was killing my senses,my dreams are locked in somebody's hands. Desires are lost in my skies full of grown up memories. They need to be fed.
a little old piece π
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I meet a girl.
Her hair, it flowed behind her ears like trees on a windy summer day.
Her lips, they were like smooth like silk to the tip with a touch of cherry.
Her skin was as clear and as venerable as the clouds.
But...
Her eyes..
They symbolized the ocean.
You only saw the beautiful surface, the crashing waves and the enchanting blue tent....
...but underneath was a deep and dangerous pool of fear and pain but worst of all...lonelyness..
No one, not even herself dared to dive down into that pool...
-anonymous
I want to explore the bottom of your eclipse.
-t.f.s.
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