you suffer because you get attached to things that were never meant to last
I am air to feel ,
born to breathe in the sea ,
deep open ocean.
-t.f.s.
You don’t know anything about God, do you…? Perfection and harmony? God cares more about your pores than he does that. He’s famous for his coincidences and absurdism. I’ve seen it countless times. No matter how masterfully you devise your schemes, where we are is here. A prison at the ends of the earth. The ones that run the world are, in fact, the ones who howl, run, and shed blood in incidental storms. You and I are powerless in the face of their intense spirits. Do you know what that means…? You’re correct. Humans are sinful and foolish. But they aren’t quite as boring as you think.
-t.f.s.
Omg yus
I was walking in the hallway with a friend of mine, he used the be verb “a” and the word “love” in that particular order. I protested. And said, love is not “a”. It’s not a single thing, it’s not even a thing! It’s an explosion of feelings, unending questions and a rush of everything in split seconds. I told him, and he retorted saying I am a linguist. But no, it wasn’t about words, it was about feeling every sensation. But you know what is the best explanation of love? It is YOU. Your love is the heat of the Sun on my skin, the rust of coldness when you eat Ice Cream; the explosion of excitement when you jump off a cliff. You yourself is love.
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.
via weheartit
MYSTIC LAND- UNIVERSE'S EYE.
somewhere where the world is not boundless,
where the universe is a mystic land,
someone's presence knows every thread of it,
observes every movement of human existence,
and clings to its essence slowly,imperceptibly
with one goal-to take place and destroy its target.
eyes of rage and deep fear watch the Earth in its perfection.
Nibiru is disappearing,
the era of darkness is near,
new evil forces are waking up and circling
the galaxies to take what's theirs.
it's disguisting influence swallows and eats away
at the dark circle of eternity,drinking life to the
last drop.
the soaring shapeless body coming from
the heavens makes it's vengeful dance,
closes the space and regains its power
over the planet..
..and it will be back for more,
hiding behind Saturn's ring,
wrapping around every planet,
life time is running out fast,
the sun is fading,
everyone is dying.
-t.f.s.
I wouldn't waste my time if It wasn't you. But my mind is a rage I'm using to destruct every part of people skin and cut their words that come from their mouths. And I hope they don't know I ate their thoughts for lunch.
-t.f.s.
“i found your soul between the lines of my poetry, except it wasn’t you it was a mistaken creation”
—
In the meadow field
love is outermost to call ,
distant in time's truce .
-t.f.s.