Where Can I Find A Lover? Someone I Can Stare At The Stars With, Or Have Crazy Discussions About Literature

“Don’t confuse your path with your destination. Just because it’s stormy now doesn’t mean you aren’t headed for sunshine.”

— Unknown

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Only if i could scream against the pain.

Senryū X

Your heart is wounded

in an empty hole all the

way back into soul .

-t.f.s.

Sweet Music

Loving is your sense of touch,

Soft and gentle- just the way you look.

Your empire is my work of art,

Outstanding , my home is your eyes-

Searching for a spot invisible for others,

A smile so warm greeting me.

Tiny little fingers crossed my heart,

For a second, fire burned within me-

Voice like a thousand deities singing

Waiting to be reached for assurance ,

Looking for that comfort you gave ,

A sweet music that echoes beneath.

-t.f.s.

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

In the dark.

In the dark we open minds

just like a box of fantasy,

I want to take a brain trip

to your imaginary system.

In the dark we open minds,

close intentions,outside's cold,

chasing the shadows you're a hunter,

following your steps, devil's a stalker,

don't come closer, it's dark fantasy.

-t.f.s.

Trauma. Horrific catastrophe

of disease fullfiling my body

as I tremble and can't wake up.

My body can't take exhausting

desire to take medication- numbness.

Do I want it or do I need it?

It's something my soul continues to overthink.

-just a chaos made by t.f.s.

Lost bird.

In her eyes i see million graveyards,

i see her in chains,her body is like caged,

in her world i was fighting alone,

the air smells like death,her eyes were green

like the poison that destroys,

she's a prisoner in her own mind,

she's trapped inside,she craved

for more wars-more desire,

her legs were moving themselves

like it wasn't her controling herself.

she was lost and in need to kill,

everyone was leaving her side,

that's why she became a weapon,

that's why her green shiny eyes cried,

but outside she was a death machine

for troubles and no one wanted to see,

that sadness made her dangerous to use,

the pain was never gone,she never lose..

....somewhere in the lost place of her own

the wind was blowing everything up,

and after the fog that scared million souls,

she was there,sitting on the edge,in a throne,

her scary existence was rare,staring on the center,

this creature had no idea what was hope to wear.

her world was falling apart,her love was taken,

she was drown inside with chains locked

deeper than ocean, malicious like a sin

empty as the void,she was keeper,

she was a reaper,sending souls' death away

i had to fight against her silent sadness,

i had to wash it all away and make her believe

that she was the loved one,she was needed to be free.

-t.f.s.

[Inspired by the anime Black rock shooter]

“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