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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.

“Само искам да намеря себе си, изгубих се назад във времето, изгубих се в други хора, в техните мечти, в техните пътища. Искам да се намеря, искам да си помогна, искам да се извиня на себе си, защото не заслужавах да спирам да се грижа за себе си и да се пренебрегвам за другите, защото те винаги са имали план, винаги са имали път, а аз просто следвах пътища, които не бяха моите, мислейки си, че там някъде ще се намеря. “

“Не говорех, мълчах, тогава ме забелязаха, когато изчезвах “

Franz Kafka, from a diary entry featured in "The Diaries of Franz Kafka,"

“I think you lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world inside you.”

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

every time i make this world a little more bearable for those i love, my heart grows. every time they smile because of me,

laugh at me or with me,

tell me about their day,

cry to me about their deepest sorrows,

or tell me they love me, i remember.

to offer comfort, my heart beats on.

no matter what untold horrors the world and my own mind conspire to test me with next, that will not change.

this will not change my heart. (x)

— ;

We live in a twisted world

As we dance before

a broken glass and a murder.

— shattered , but we speak truth.

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.

Love sparkles in front of our eyes, it brings us light.

And we see it - through awesome pain , through our self's weight , we feel it.

We get more passionate about it , more free and less stressed.

We become what we needed to be , someone's honorable friend.

I pray every moment in my lightning years , to be fulfilled , and the love that has given on earth is all beyond war.

War's not the balance , it is a complex word , in which we live under chains.

War is not a poetry to be told , a smell of a burning field with broken heart, sealed .

- j (x)

-Dance Class at the Opera, rue Le Peletier-

- 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.

- i need to be a flower in the daytime , and a light in the dark .

I need to be acceptance of good and bad , not anyone has seen the light ,

and not anyone has touched flaws

so I need to be careful with them

as I wash what's beneath their lies .

-t.f.s.

you are not a machine. you are more like a garden. you need different things on different days. a little sun today, a little less water tomorrow. you have fallow and fruitful seasons. it is not a design flaw. it is wiser than perpetual sameness. what does your garden need today?

people are like “i am fine” and then stare into the void all night.

its me, i am people.

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.

there is no safe place

even night is bright as day

the hypocrite hides

the judge will be judged

live by the sword die by it

same amount weighed out

inside or outside

a reflection of the self

mirror images

©Johnny J P Lee

14 December 2023

Haiku: 5-7-5

Photos: J. P. Lee

A gossip.

Dark clouds cover my inner thoughts.

I hate it. And it annoys me.

It makes me weak.

A whole space of excuses, laughters, expanding around my ego.

I have no time for this.

Twisted, I don't know where I belong anymore.

What's the meaning of this?

Who's interrupting my mind behind the scenes?

Am I still truly alone or will find comfortable place soon enough?

Nothing is harder than carrying four shoulders on your own, chin is down, body is damaged but still willing to mark more scars because I know it's worth it. I know I am somewhere close.

But when did I find the door?

I can't sleep and stay awake longer,

I hope for my very close end to come,

and then, I'll be living in my own peace.

-t.f.s.

“I am the dark and I am the light, I am the moon and I am the starless night sky. Fall in love with all that I am or please, do not fall in love with me at all.”

— Unknown

Akatsuki no Yona by Kusanagi Mizuho

Listen ,

Sounds of

Your heart

Spilling

In my ear ,

A whole

Born

Existence

Before me.

-t.f.s.

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.

— You don't need to follow something/ someone because they're pretty. Make yourself prettier than anything else.

To find.

I wish to find happiness in what I am,

In what I usually am cursing,

But what it means to find

When I've lost my comfort?

Late nights, same questions

It lasts until when I wake up

I see the sun waving at me

And now I forgot what's

been troubling me .

-t.f.s.

Diana, The Huntress by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (19th Century)

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— "A Kiss on the Forehead", Marina Tsvetaeva   

[ text ID: A kiss on the forehead — erases misery. / I kiss your forehead. / A kiss on the eyes — lifts sleeplessness. / I kiss your eyes. / A kiss on the lips — is a drink of water. / I kiss your lips. / A kiss on the forehead — erases memory. 1917 ]

The evil in the world comes almost always from ignorance, and goodwill can cause as much damage as ill-will if it is not enlightened.

// Albert Camus, The Plague