nightmare.

waking up and sweating, is not my favourite.
starts my day with a fear. i dislike this.

okay.
i am tired.
sick of playing with these nightmares.

i did wash my feet before i sleep.
i did pray before i close my eyes.

why did it keep haunting my nights?
oh, stop disturbing my beauty sleep.

nightmare.
nightmare.
nightmare.

i am tired.
have some mercy please..



sleepyhead,
nfhms.

hypocrisy, yes.

no matter how we reject society
or how fucked up we are
or how we thought it's individual right
we live in the society
and most probably would die in it.

reject as you might say
say to hell with living up to expectations
but in the end,
we realize we can't live alone.

you might throw everything away
and never give fuck to society expectations
if can, prove you can live alone.

it's a hypocrisy, yes.

but...

it's also a glove that protects humans from
becoming beings lower than animals.

up and hating it

it is 4 in the morning.
and

i am up.
and...
i am hating it. =.='

hush hush eyes..
go back to sleep, will you?

pweesh?



yours truly,
nfhms.

..and i was safe in your love.

how sweet!

loves first kisses.hush...

the lingering caresses of two hearts
unwilling to break the spell of ages.

you came to me.
bourne on the breath of hope.
...and i was safe in your love.

i feel you.
in my blood, in my bones.
your heart beats out the rhythm of my joy.
an intricate and intoxicating dance.

i
know
you.

the end is near.no, it already happened.
oh no!

fear not,my love.

for even the darkest hour,

i
am
here..


love,
nfhms.


...and i was safe in your love.

how i hate myself

I hate that you changed.
I hate that you’re the same.
I hate that you ignored.
I hate how you’ve stayed.
I hate how I cry.
I hate how you make me smile.
I hate how I miss you.
I hate how I feel.
I hate how it hurts.
I hate that it’s my fault.
I hate that it’s yours.
I hate that I can’t be around you.
I hate how I’ve found out who you truly are.
I hate that I can’t tell you any of this.
But most of all, I hate how I can’t hate you,
Not even a little.
I hate how I still love you.