In the name of Artemis ,
I claim to be the rare artist
that used to pick a destiny ,
that used to suffer alone
in a room of patience ,
in a room that I was born.
Little I know , how fast time can be ,
when I don't overlook too much
when I don't wish to be seen .
I'll invite my failures and succeeds ,
I'll tell them how I'd survive without
relief , strength , need , breath.
How I ended up to come in here.
How I chose the thing to be me.
That thing was close to fade ,
without it , I wouldn't know
my only friends- they drink
and they believe , they breathe,
they just don't like it when I see
what's outside of the box I used to be in.
I'd let myself burn in ashes,
but my flaws are the ones
whose lives are not dying ,
and yet, thanks to them
I still believe and breathe.
I am another skin ,
and I am alive for me.
I'll let Zeus laugh at me
because their hands
were bigger than my ego ,
and my eyes could never go
inside a God's mind whereabouts ,
I'd never have a taste on their flaws..
...because they got none.
You know,i'm being weak cause when i tried and in the end it's hopeless,i start to worry for the future somehow.
Source: quotes
Omg yus
I was walking in the hallway with a friend of mine, he used the be verb “a” and the word “love” in that particular order. I protested. And said, love is not “a”. It’s not a single thing, it’s not even a thing! It’s an explosion of feelings, unending questions and a rush of everything in split seconds. I told him, and he retorted saying I am a linguist. But no, it wasn’t about words, it was about feeling every sensation. But you know what is the best explanation of love? It is YOU. Your love is the heat of the Sun on my skin, the rust of coldness when you eat Ice Cream; the explosion of excitement when you jump off a cliff. You yourself is love.
Five: This is my “I don’t care” face.
Vanya: This is your normal face.
- source: someone i love.
Let the oceans wash away my guilt,
to the one that I rely on,
the one I felt so deep on,
this hand as my guidance,
this spirit as my home,
I feel them for once and last of all..
In a moment
silence broke
all the wishes,
it broke a path,
a stone of dreams,
hopes that lie on
my garden of peace.
Feels like terrible wedding
Where my heart's not invited
And eyes see nothing..
Toasts on barely lasting love,
groans of pleasure, in devor,
the day ends in defeat,
silence just fell asleep.
Everything visible
faded out of me.
-t.f.s.
Trauma. Horrific catastrophe
of disease fullfiling my body
as I tremble and can't wake up.
My body can't take exhausting
desire to take medication- numbness.
Do I want it or do I need it?
It's something my soul continues to overthink.
-just a chaos made by t.f.s.
Живеем в неглижирано време където всичко е далеч от слънчевите лъчи на съзнанието. Разумът е сложно отделение , лабиринт в който потопяваш ръцете си и цялата си енергия , фокусът който те поддържа буден.
Да търсиш онова което ти прилича на твоето , на собствено щастие , което идва от теб , не от други фактори или лица. Да оставиш времето да лети сякаш досега е замръзнало , затворено в хладилник на вечността .
И още се питам , за какво ни е нужно да неглижираме малките жестове , хубавите галещи ни зад ушите думи , които дори оставят следи във вятъра и сякаш шептят като ехо ,
лицата с тези топлещи усмивки , сякаш светът има друг лик , друг необичаен вид красота. Защо?
Защото можем , защото се крием от истинския смисъл на живота. И един ден той ще ни намери скитащи в някой ъгъл на уличката.
“i found your soul between the lines of my poetry, except it wasn’t you it was a mistaken creation”
—
20th of march;
Today is used to be your birthday..