Yet Another Poem About Emptiness And How To See It In A New Way.

REVEAL.

your luxury was worth that light my pleasure,

my imagination of you is all that matters,

the secret language for your body

took my will to hold on my sins,

forgetting all the darkness,you're

making me sick to reveal.

-t.f.s.

Will is not broken

Even through darkness

Through hallways of death,

Through rage and pain,

Sickness in vain ,

It is easier to open a door

rather than unleash fears.

-t.f.s.

“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”

— Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959

In every obstacle, we learn how to live and die.

-t.f.s.

to be loved~victoria pettella

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 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.

-Dance Class at the Opera, rue Le Peletier-

you suffer because you get attached to things that were never meant to last

I'd never quit on what's called passion,

but my heart and mind dedicated to

this manifestation are faded, almost beaten

death's invitation knocks me down, eaten

from my thoughts that's far away home..

What's dead is already lost,

it comes before I gave my source,

no matter how tired my existence

my heart is beating still,

my mind have chosen to stay awake

and see what is real.

-t.f.s.