Feelings.

Notes to myself.

Killing the happiness

is like killing an animal

or nature that gives

hundred of lives.

My ideas are illusion

and illusion makes me company

after I lose my confidence.

Whatever I am, whoever I was

is the past that I've re-written.

There's a new flesh bleeding

In my cells in divine,

whatever needs to be finished,

my past will lay in pieces.

-t.f.s.

For another sad human without a realization.

Senryū II

Briny taste of air ,

bright line with noise of abuzz ,

chandelier of hope .

-t.f.s.

-I have 99 dreams and all of them are you, but in different ways.

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.

a little old piece 💘

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Senryū III

A sacrifice dance ,

a fight left and lulled into

hearts with pelts across doom .

-t.f.s.

“When we lose certain people, or when we are dispossessed from a place, or a community, we may simply feel that we are undergoing something temporary, that mourning will be over and some restoration of prior order will be achieved. But maybe when we undergo what we do, something about who we are is revealed, something that delineates the ties we have to others, that shows us that these ties constitute what we are, ties or bonds that compose us. It is not as if an “I” exists independently over here and then simply loses a “you” over there, especially if the attachment to “you” is part of what composes who “I” am. If I lose you, under these conditions, then I not only mourn the loss, but I become inscrutable to myself. Who “am” I, without you?”

— Judith Butler, Precarious Life

Senryū XI

We are not yet found ,

universe takes and gives us

whatever should be .

-t.f.s.