i'll find my way to the sea.

inspirational pictures that i got from tumblr:

you left your winter clothes and teethmarks in my skin.

the pictures in his mind awoke.

JESSETH.

don't go, say you'll stay, spend a lazy sunday

he wanted to be set free
a step towards complete independence
carving his own path
in this very cruel world

last week i started a dream journal, so that i can keep records of things that happened in my sleep. and so that i can be able to re-create them again.

he

carried

the words he can't pronounce

words sharp as glass are clinging

 heart pounding so fast. it's beating

shadows creeping and no one wonders why

moon smiling crookedly

       falling. i am falling....

where i'm from freedom of expression is considered insulting, attention seeking and wrong in so many level.

She woke up

in the wrong side of bed again
Everything

inside her head 
became gray  

     

i heard a sad piano playing and thought of you last night

but all i got was tired eyes and bed bug bites

SoKothecat

i feel dreamy and a little bit eerie

"i love you" she said

"my love for you is deeper than the sole of my feet."

she blinked her eyes and opened her thoughts
"do you hear me? burn my words."

"she"

"who's she?"

"a stranger in my dream"

"she's sad"

"how come?"

"she forgot how to dream."

today she forgot how to dream. the keys to her piano was silent, just like her eyes. she spoke gloomy words and she gave people crooked smile. she waits for tomorrow, to start dreaming again.