I Am Flesh, I Am A Memory, A Simple Thought Easily Forgotten, Hardly Perceived Sometimes I Am Not Myself

That's wow.

Hopefully -

In seven years I’ll be a different person,

And in my stride

I seem to find

That belief an assertion.

It’s not as if I’m struggling,

To find out who I am.

It’s just that thought of deep unrest is bubbling,

To the surface,

Again.

To be alone cathartic,

Apart from life

A part of life.

To regain my composure,

To ensure I find closure.

There are meanings to these thoughts

These thoughts I feel and hold.

There’s times upon the horizon,

Still yet to be told.

There’s loss upon my path, to radiant perfection.

Wether it be at my hands or through times of inflection.

It’s impossible to feel loss,

Without once having had.

So that’s will be my goal,

A story yet untold.

I’ll collect many more memories, and experiences.

And have myself,

To mould.

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.

Flowers are growing outside of her soul,

she shivered like she's lost control-

she, a beautiful chaos reaching the light,

inside her features there is no time to die.

Human like her could tastify a God like me,

lost in her discovers, i'm in love with paradise.

-t.f.s.

When silence speaks power more than words can, I prefer to stay on my own.

-t.f.s.

Senryū XII

It hurts the most when

you get through it all and , still ,

you are a gray zone .

-t.f.s.

Deadly virus.

In depths of evil,

fingers in the dirt pray

to welcome God's darkness,

to take us upper in the air.

Floating secrets hidden in minds,

mouths covered with mud

to grow a poison so good,

feel the tearing pleasure,

plague is coming to greet us.

-t.f.s.

Part of me dreams to live on the moon, to see a sunset from another world entirely. I’d imagine the most quiet silence possible, if the makes sense. I’d imagine it would be so calming, but maybe lonely.

Part of me dreams to live on the moon, but I would miss the moonlight.

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

via weheartit

Season change.

After april's windy session

darkness vanished and sun came

rain stopped and flowers drew

each corner making beautiful view.

-t.f.s.