DEAD WONDERLAND.

Distortion.

Waves crash me in your inner self,

Helpless, finding your angles,

your voice doesn't have a tune,

deeper than ocean blue,

your desperation hides under

waves of separation, compassion.

-t.f.s.

Franz Kafka, from a diary entry featured in "The Diaries of Franz Kafka,"

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.

People weren't capable of creating light.

They just stayed behind the ashes and smell of destruction painted in a black hole.

Before it could attack, the void was a spiral that fed itself with your soul.

-t.f.s

funny and quite interesting.

One day, one rhyme- Day 2277

Mary’s Easter diet isn’t one I’d recommend,

Unless you’re into bulking up, or want life to end.

She starts with boiled Creme eggs and brioche soldiers to dip,

Then a round of hot crossed buns, not fruit, chocolate chip;

A cup of tea to wash it down, and some Easter eggs

But jazzed up with ice cream inside, “Taste me!” this one begs;

Then a parade of choc bunnies, she eats the ears first,

Followed by a nice hot choc’late to quite quench her thirst;

For dinner, there’s Lindt carrots, for vegetables bring health,

And biscuits iced in Easter shapes to bring luck and wealth;

Finally supper’s a group of sugar eggs ornate,

Then off she rolls and into bed for its gotten late.

Yes Mary’s diet might occasionally be fun,

But try and you’ll regret it ere the end of week one!

“I am the dark and I am the light, I am the moon and I am the starless night sky. Fall in love with all that I am or please, do not fall in love with me at all.”

— Unknown

Where are all my convictions? On top of some pocket or did I leave them in the middle of the road? I don't remember where the parts I scattered went, but maybe if I manage to fly with my wings and my soul evolves, I will be where heaven is - true happiness.

-t.f.s.

“I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.”

— Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

where can I find a lover? someone I can stare at the stars with, or have crazy discussions about literature til 1 am with? a boy who writes me love letters and reads me poetry with his head on my lap. someone to walk around museums with, and then tells me that my beauty doesn’t compare to statues or paintings. where do you get one? 

I know.

I know that when I try to take my pain, It's temporary feeling and It still hurts like a thousand times of breaking. My breath leaves my body and It won't let me think properly. It's taking too long to go back to my stable mode. It just burns my whole skin like sun, and gravity is no needed in my head,it just throws my oxygen away. But I need that oxygen. I need that life like I need the homemade bread in the morning, the sweetness...it's taking me back where I used to have a comfort zone. And happiness- just me running down the garden with flowers in a sunny day,having a place to seat on and watch the smiley sky.

And I need that..that patience that takes too much time on my self-improvement,because I still am not blooming yet. I'm trying..I'm learning to stay alive.

-t.f.s.