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

Get drunk and tell me how you really feel

“But you have to manage that , you have to learn how to be alive after dying again and again. The art of recovery is to want to be alive after plenty of deaths.”

Insane.

Empty bed reminding me the screams that fill my head,feels like a dream,but i can't let go of it's reality. The thread of it,slowly becomes thin. Hitting the point where i lost my voice,can't be capable of screaming anymore.

The sheets cover my insanity,there are my fears hiding,hugging me cause they don't want me to go outside in this repeating society.

With these emotions i became insane.

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.

Title.

My life? It has no title.

It has edges that I have

to break through.

-t.f.s

soap scum

(ione meraki 2024)

In every obstacle, we learn how to live and die.

-t.f.s.

Her skin was a diamond

peeled off from society

used for cravings

another light turned

her echo into chaos

and what about

her risky chances

of survival?

She tip toed the edge

of her lungs to breathe ;

the mesmerizing fear

of trying to catch the rain

just lives inside her head ,

it dances in the wrong way

instead of her moving forward

she played in black tiles ,

wondering what's love like

as a complete tragic comedy

that beats in her own mind .

-t.f.s.

My fears start to chase me when the lights are off. They would never let me stay in my comfort zone,they want to eat me alive and show my weakness,reveal me again and again. The darkness came to embrace my body as the whole world is crashing-splitting in two parts of reality and dreamland. Which world is the one that my heart desires the most? They turnd me as their anchor,i could run,but not reach them either. All alone in mixed space of pain and role play modes,my faces are always changing,i don't know who i should be,or maybe both. If I could find a way to draw my escape in my own chaos,i would believe that my exit is real. To find another piece of me,that's all i want. I want to heal.

-t.f.s.

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.