-t.f.s.

We don't waste time in speech,

We do bleed in touch, angels of love..

And it is tough to know how much

Life spends your worth to live on.

Something seems to be found in loss.. we never know.

-t.f.s.

Love sparkles in front of our eyes, it brings us light.

And we see it - through awesome pain , through our self's weight , we feel it.

We get more passionate about it , more free and less stressed.

We become what we needed to be , someone's honorable friend.

I pray every moment in my lightning years , to be fulfilled , and the love that has given on earth is all beyond war.

War's not the balance , it is a complex word , in which we live under chains.

War is not a poetry to be told , a smell of a burning field with broken heart, sealed .

If I'm being honest, I can't even begin to properly channel alot of my anger

But even then it's barely visible, barely recognizable not taken seriously

Be it the hatred I feel, or my off bloodthirsty thoughts that dance around the back of my mind or the inessential lust for violence

To act on these thoughts and feelings would be wrong

But to leave them as they are

At least to me seems so utterly disappointing

*

He, who wants to fight

and be frightened,

he, who wants to become

someone, followed by the sun

erased from mortality

and forgiven,

time has come,

may he gather all the light,

all the fire, the passion

that drag him all the way up

and behind that sadness

may he break the pressure

to find natural peace as treasure.

-t.f.s.

I compared her to my sunsets. She threw away the stormy clouds in her pocket and showed her shiny smile. That's called a morning sunshine.

-t.f.s.

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

-t.f.s.

“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”

— Jane Austen

Akatsuki no Yona by Kusanagi Mizuho

“With such a hell in your heart and your head, how can you live? How can you love?”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov