Life is a line you shouldn't cross when you're downwards. As if in matter of fact you've already given up. It's not your fault for being who you are,it's your fault for not seeing the best part of it because YOU make it the best. When sun rises,you go down and think otherwise "what else is left for me now?" And when moon rises, your inner self just rises with night too. You create sudden conversations with yourself seeing the case of the problem that's gotten into your soul and it's making your skin tremble nervously. When your thoughts play chess and don't give up on hitting you, your dreams seem to be a broken mirror. But they aren't because it's an illusion. Your mind develop your self-mirror in which everything is illusion but one is real- yourself. You're alive with heart still beating. Don't give up to have another beginning. Don't waste time for useless thoughts. Don't give reason for illusion to eat you up.
Somewhere in northern Italy
“If I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I'd stake my entire life on dreams and be done with the rest.” - André Aciman, Call me by your Name
funny and quite interesting.
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!
Trap
Tied in a fairytale,
when an episode
stucks its tongue,
dropping you out,
waiting for another
death to slide in.
Между краката ти има нещо мое
Оазис който ме примамва
С приятните си на вкус сокове
и красивата си натуралност .
Бих отпил от младостта ти
за да видиш реалността ми
с искрен блясък в очите ,
и със страст в устните .
Fears enter my room
air blows my way,
odd scent comes,
dead men haunt
to capture me.
-t.f.s.
Source: apocalypse dream.
She is a friend,
desire, create
new elements
of worlds in place.
-t.f.s.
-t.f.s.
I am air to feel ,
born to breathe in the sea ,
deep open ocean.
-t.f.s.
Artache gets me high
Keeps me continuing inside
Art's throwin' away my bad vibe,
I do not like it,but i like it sometimes.