Сенрю 2
Заровени очи
в кутия без мисли
времето спи .
-t.f.s.
Assignments piled up
Dull nights in a stressful daze
Menacing mountains
— ;
We live in a twisted world
As we dance before
a broken glass and a murder.
— shattered , but we speak truth.
“I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.”
— Stephenie Meyer, Twilight
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20th of march;
Today is used to be your birthday..
Artache gets me high
Keeps me continuing inside
Art's throwin' away my bad vibe,
I do not like it,but i like it sometimes.
Five: This is my “I don’t care” face.
Vanya: This is your normal face.
I know that when I try to take my pain, It's temporary feeling and It still hurts like a thousand times of breaking. My breath leaves my body and It won't let me think properly. It's taking too long to go back to my stable mode. It just burns my whole skin like sun, and gravity is no needed in my head,it just throws my oxygen away. But I need that oxygen. I need that life like I need the homemade bread in the morning, the sweetness...it's taking me back where I used to have a comfort zone. And happiness- just me running down the garden with flowers in a sunny day,having a place to seat on and watch the smiley sky.
And I need that..that patience that takes too much time on my self-improvement,because I still am not blooming yet. I'm trying..I'm learning to stay alive.
Where are all my convictions? On top of some pocket or did I leave them in the middle of the road? I don't remember where the parts I scattered went, but maybe if I manage to fly with my wings and my soul evolves, I will be where heaven is - true happiness.
-t.f.s.