Temporary Haven

Feel like I am floating in a violent sky. Slow down. Hold on. Calm down. Whoever can't hear let him feel. Next time you want to meet, make an appointment with my assistant. There. Now we can talk. My dear little lost soul 🌷, I know I call you lost, but do you feel so? Lost? Do you really know the feeling? I am bad at names I know, don't remind me. Who's doing the talking eh? I thought so. I stand guided on that. Perhaps you'll enlighten me sometime. Feeling some typa way. No, not bad. Don't get me wrong. It is not utter despair in the face of the inevitable. You tell me that my eyes are startling, that they're sad. Deeply so. Ooh little soul, what do you know of sadness or anger or resentment or even despair? That's not the point.  At this point I am so reckless but so precise. I see myself in a field of carnations, with you leading my way. I feel like I'm floating in the midnight blue. On the way I've been crowned a King. King to rule over this mad...

I wanted to tell you a story Little Soul. Perhaps today is the day you and I face the music. Perhaps. When I listen to my heart, it says that I should remember what I deserve. You don't know how to listen? Once I had called it the fool. The fool the heart. But, as we grow we get new perspectives and they open our minds to a whole new world. The heart has many stories, but most people never listen. It protects us from harm, it advises, it cautions, it rejoices and when finally when our ignorance has reached its zenith, it goes quiet. Silent but always there. Watching. Listening. Waiting. Waiting for the day you will finally acknowledge it. And when we don't,the story goes quiet. Learn to listen little lost soul, or the heart will go quiet forever. And what an eternity that will be without it. Do you know a Secret little Soul? One that this liquor cannot spill? Maybe it's in the first drop, come on, I'll try it for you. But I don't want to. I don't have to, do I? ...