Can't Wait.

This deserves appreciation.♡

The fluency at which my mind thinks is blinding.

It's not surprising that tears form in the droop of my eyelids.

Every thought leads to another thats more detrimental than the last and it fuels the idea that my life's in a crisis.

Deep breaths. Leave stress behind and seek comfort in the warmth of the light.

What light?

The light that was shined in my face by my faith till it burnt my retinas and I felt like a slave?

Or the light that is promised when you behave and obey your time away and still end up laying in waste?

Say grace.

Smile.

Chaos, words

In

my mouth.

Screaming,

nowhere to shout.

It sucks

to stay at

place where

I don't belong.

Don't worry,

smile,

breathe when

they choke.

-t.f.s.

Hidden.

I used to know world's broken slides and I travel around them in the ocean open wide.

Avoiding the thousand times of "you're a liar", that shows how much I like drinking my mistakes.

-t.f.s

to be loved~victoria pettella

“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

Muse.

the color of your tiptoes are underlined in pain

wearing

same mistakes again

and again

and

again .

questions are answers you barely know

slipping outside of your window ,

truth escapes your roots

and it hurts to press it

while it still blows .

oh , what a foolish and pretending man you are ,

like a cover of a résumé ,

distinguished , yet afraid

to touch the tip of my lips

without letting my grip slip ,

tone out of reach ,

with a husky , voice deep ,

haunting , inspiring and neat

like a pleasing feeling

tickling me , kissing my fingers

- you're art , unavoidable , breathtaking

tearing everything apart , a daydreamer .

-t.f.s.

“I can’t change where I come from or what I’ve been through, so why should I be ashamed of what makes me, me?”

— Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

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

– Emma Reyes art.

Yet another poem about emptiness and how to see it in a new way.