How Is It Possible For Me To Remember The Simplest Movements Of Hands Unknown To Me:

Something changes the way she moves,

the way her hair is shining,but her mind is dying,

her eyes are oceans,deep,crystal clear,

they're the stars in the sky that watch every night,every year

she's an angel,she's a living dream,

her heart can make you hotter than the sun,

her voice will never make you regret,her name's love.

-t.f.s.

That's wow.

Hopefully -

In seven years I’ll be a different person,

And in my stride

I seem to find

That belief an assertion.

It’s not as if I’m struggling,

To find out who I am.

It’s just that thought of deep unrest is bubbling,

To the surface,

Again.

To be alone cathartic,

Apart from life

A part of life.

To regain my composure,

To ensure I find closure.

There are meanings to these thoughts

These thoughts I feel and hold.

There’s times upon the horizon,

Still yet to be told.

There’s loss upon my path, to radiant perfection.

Wether it be at my hands or through times of inflection.

It’s impossible to feel loss,

Without once having had.

So that’s will be my goal,

A story yet untold.

I’ll collect many more memories, and experiences.

And have myself,

To mould.

Henry James, from The Portrait of a Lady

Life's a book- people don't want to continue on the next page,cause they're not interested in it's content.

-source: #quotes.

Part of me dreams to live on the moon, to see a sunset from another world entirely. I’d imagine the most quiet silence possible, if the makes sense. I’d imagine it would be so calming, but maybe lonely.

Part of me dreams to live on the moon, but I would miss the moonlight.

To Forget.

If I could kiss

the deepest parts

of your unforgiven skin ,

holding on tight to

your storming charm

is what can't be resisted.

There is no cure

for your ocean eyes ,

and how you see me

in colorized motions ,

all alone , longing to

taste your feelings on

the tip of my tongue.

-t.f.s.

“Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss live.”

— Leo Buscaglia

They asked me what it's like to be the oldest soul. But souls have no age, they just transfer anywhere in their free lives, being capable of creating many stories in many places. They aren't like us, they can be invisible and you won't feel them, but they embrace your whole material body while they are the anchor. I hope you understand how bad is to be the prisoner. They are the feeling you cannot stand up from bed. The noise that comes out from your head. The freedom you've been longing for. But souls need escape. They are just tired living inside a body,like they are locked in another space of chaos. Try to reach yourself by being productive in the name of nature.

-t.f.s.

I searched for papers in life...I was so dedicated in them that I built my own reality there. Rolling in the deepest secrets of every page,every scar left me unspoken,unseen..so dark,rarely breathing.. I found my inspiration in your incoming colours,blue was the one I fell for. Because blue was motivation,blue was you and your emotion. In saddest times we keep ourselves awake..and if you don't wake yourself up, life's going to beat you.

-t.f.s.