Some Typa Way

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 madness. Over all the facades I have put on. Over all the pretence. King indeed, not of the andals who invaded Westeroes, or even of the first men. I am the King of this madness. The madness that I am. 

In your Pseudo sympathetic voice you laugh at my corny ass jokes 😂. Good. We're making progress. Isn't it like a breath of fresh air, for once, we're not unpacking despair, or anger, or resent, or being some "other". An insignificant other.(🙄) Today is definitely different. The stars seem to have converged. The odds are in our favour, little soul. Special isn't it? 

Aren't you a purist! Reminding me of that pathetic thing. Maimed and shamed is what that thing deserves. Not a second glance, not a second thought. We move on regardless. You were hurt I know. But it changes nothing. It's you and me against the world. Put your heart in it. Ooooh dang it! You don't have one. Ooh 😨, you're also feeling some typa way?😅 I'd rather tear my heart out than see you in pain. 

Think of the planet that rains glass. Or of Orion, that has three stars or suns. I'm no astronomy buff. Tonight, you will feel the glee from the joy. When you open your eyes you will see. I will sing you a song little Soul. So you can remember the sound of my voice. When it comes again to snatch your joy, you will remember.

Who is that thief in the night really? And why are you so afraid? It's that thing isn't it? I got you little soul. In my hands I will carry your essence. I will hide you from the thief in the night. As long as you hold on, I will never let go. And when we're both feeling some typa way, I'll remind you to look at Sirius A, brightest star 💫 in the sky. And that wherever we may be, however far, if we see the same stars, we're not that far apart. 

As will always be a pleasure,

Asari Sango.