ART.

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.

Депресията е разтопен асфалт - мирише упойващо, лепне, прави краката ти тежки.

I want to explore the bottom of your eclipse.

-t.f.s.

Night's Young.

Night changes in colors , quietness .

Walls beside you are sleeping.

Melody is a wind longing for rain ,

a stress relief that burns me

underneath self -consciousness .

Moon is waiting for flowers to sleep

just like a mother prepares its child

for a long awaited break .

Part of me would still be lost

In this dark quiet place

where I wish to stay hidden

away from everything ,

just like a magic trick .

If It was just me to ponder

and keep my feelings away

to be whoever I want to be

the world would never stay

along with me ,

under a moon of blessings

where the night goes on

and trees cherish moments ,

as flowers sleep peacefully ,

tender voices crack in silence

and doors creak inside ,

but night is friendly

and still so green

to be thrown away .

-t.f.s.

“Do you think you can forgive?” my therapist asks me. I shrug. “I don’t see the point,” I say. 

-my poem

Can't wait.

Vanitas no Carte 2nd Cour »» Coming Jan. 2022

We don't waste time in speech,

We do bleed in touch, angels of love..

And it is tough to know how much

Life spends your worth to live on.

Something seems to be found in loss.. we never know.

-t.f.s.

My fears start to chase me when the lights are off. They would never let me stay in my comfort zone,they want to eat me alive and show my weakness,reveal me again and again. The darkness came to embrace my body as the whole world is crashing-splitting in two parts of reality and dreamland. Which world is the one that my heart desires the most? They turnd me as their anchor,i could run,but not reach them either. All alone in mixed space of pain and role play modes,my faces are always changing,i don't know who i should be,or maybe both. If I could find a way to draw my escape in my own chaos,i would believe that my exit is real. To find another piece of me,that's all i want. I want to heal.

-t.f.s.

via weheartit

" Summer is a miracle-

We share the same sun

And sleep under same moon

In a lifetime that we dreamed for. "

-t.f.s.