Akatsuki No Yona By Kusanagi Mizuho

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The fluency at which my mind thinks is blinding.

It's not surprising that tears form in the droop of my eyelids.

Every thought leads to another thats more detrimental than the last and it fuels the idea that my life's in a crisis.

Deep breaths. Leave stress behind and seek comfort in the warmth of the light.

What light?

The light that was shined in my face by my faith till it burnt my retinas and I felt like a slave?

Or the light that is promised when you behave and obey your time away and still end up laying in waste?

Say grace.

“I also feel like traveling and getting to know the literatures of foreign countries.”

— Hermann Hesse, from a letter to Alfred Schlenker, wr. c. November 1914

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.

Nature!♡

"Spring"

MONSTER ABOVE.

world swims in black,eyes in the sky watching the whole human kind die. it flies..it whispers in the night.

the monster is here,hosting through the disappearing light.

everything fades,the tension edges,

it's eyes take control over the places.

it's true form never shows,it hides in depths

of darkness,it comes in when you're alone,

quick,it captures your soul.

in a world full of darkness,

the blue sky shall be gone,

the warm sun won't come,

only black swims along,

staring in the dawn.

-t.f.s.

- your words could be a flicker to somebody's heart,

but a scar to someone else's arm.

Life is not all about sad things ,

and it's not about promises ,

it's not only about happiness ,

It's about to feed your own need ,

and to smile to images no one can ,

as you make your breath the air

the others can breathe together

and life can change you ,

it can crush you, break you ,

torn you apart ,

but what it's inside

it is never lost.

-t.f.s.

Pressure.

Whole deadly dim of glory

flows with dirty air of essence

deeper than thoughts,

surround my chest.

Where are those voices

who scatter our breath,

names falling down,

faces stay the same.

Flashing lights recall,

the depths of spirits

they stroke to dawn.

Losing part of faith,

magnificent gesture

breaks away the silence,

without a cloak,

darkness is dull.

-t.f.s.

𝖍.𝖕. 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖙🖤🐙

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“But you have to manage that , you have to learn how to be alive after dying again and again. The art of recovery is to want to be alive after plenty of deaths.”

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.