The soul Talk
Again, a dusky day, the same roughness of pain with a warm blow of air
There was some anonymous chaos which was louder than ever in my conscious; I can see the soul felling off the waterfall
Even the bliss caffeine can’t hold it, he was asking where to go? what to do? And I answered with no hope, knowing that this is all messed up “we will go due west and do what feels wrong”
Soul asked again are you sure?
He replied no I’m not sure, but I surely know that winds never lie
He was fighting within hard himself against that dark spot like marijuana for him and his greatest nightmare come true
Just like those dark grey clouds, his darkness overlaps his soul which was now no longer pure
He wrecked down himself and became reckless and restless. He certainly knew that this is his end
His soul was dying each day, his arm was slouching and that night he snapped his finger to change it all
He sat down and talked with that fallen angel and made one thing clear that he could bring down a castle for his soul.
he can’t let anyone deprive his spirit. he mocked at dark with his old niche of virtue.
he took back all the tokens of self from dark and lead his promenade with the faintest pinch of self-doubt
The above talk solely talks about how the darkness and negativity
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