Quicksand

He is quicksand,
And I just keep on sinking further and further deeper.
Now, I am simply afraid of the overwhelming feeling of belonging.
This is a place I do not wish to leave, reaching a point where I do not wish to be saved,
I'd gladly sink.

Just A Blackhole

I know this is just a black hole.
And I also know that I've fallen too far.

Paint.

He was like a damaged canvas,
Making my colours darken with every stroke.

Dear Diary,

Occasionally it so happens that I lose sight of who I really am, who I need to be, and who I might become in the given circumstances. Sometimes I don't think about every possible aspect of my actions, or what effects they could have on me, my life, or the people I love. 

There are times when I am irrevocably, unforgivably selfish. And believe me, selfishness always leads to reckless behaviour, and really, REALLY bad decisions with the added horribly clouded judgement and messed up feelings.
But for some reason, no matter how many times I climb out of the pit called 'selfishness', I somehow always find my way back, and I have come to realise, that I like it that way. And trust me when I say that I truly do hate liking it, but I do. 

Sometimes that makes me wonder,
If evil was born, or if good just created it out of plain reactionary behaviour?

Treacherous

Put your lips close to mine,
As long as they don't touch

Out of focus are the eyes,
Until the gravity is too much.







-TS, treacherous 

He had once said, 'We're ghosts; we're ageless'...

Burn Down

Shall we burn together,
You and I?
Or shall we leave it all up destiny?