Monday, August 3, 2020

Souls Apart

She was standing there,
In front of the sunset, the blue sky intertwined with the golden sun, radiating a mix of refreshing aura to the lost souls.
She had been always regarding herself a lonely soul among others.
Everyone had their own realistic perspective, it was calming but deadly for their own sake.
Who would be okay with such narrow dull sight of life? Look at the sky, that endless space of hopes and dreams even if it will all end soon, Let us believe in tomorrow with no limits to that belief. Look at the ocean, that bottomless space of freedom and serenity even if it will all dry up soon, Let us embrace our faults and be in harmony with them.
Have you ever wondered what drifting away from your own body felt like? I felt that. The day i finally was awakened by the ultimate love which my heart buried. You see, when your soul wakes up from your bones and wander through your heart and rip off that bandage of your senses, then only then, you have the privilege to experience your ultimate and infinite.
It's all in your head. You're too scared to let yourself, truly and genuinely, feel.
You stand alone with all of your ironic thoughts, those demons who haunts your passion and hunt your heart down. You're too weak to face the fiery fury of change inside of your eyes. You're too tired to fight, even tho you've been fighting the wrong battle all along. You're never happy, any twinkling of joy dances around you, stings you like hell.
You're not living, are you? You hardly exist.
The atoms, the flowers, the stars, the oceans, the colors that you were created with, they are all wasted. Why don't you unite your being with your soul?
I had a dream, the lucky ones are the only ones who reach their infinity..
And you are not one of them.
Let the rain turn your colors into a mess.
Wasted mess. You let your being suffer..No courage shall ever greet you. No tranquility ever reached your brain. Just noisy wind that sings lullaby to your greedy demons.
Oh, well.. What a terrific coincidence.
I hope I may never cross your path again.
Have a cloudy mind just like your days.
This is the bittersweet goodbye.

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