Alone laying on the bed starring
At the ceiling fantasying about
Dreamcatchers and wolves, while the world
Rotates around me and life seems perfect.
At times I try to figure out my purpose
And look like a fool. During weird hours of the
Night insomnia uses me like a tool to search
Within myself, what is my purpose?
Deep down in my heart I am trying to
Calculate my life like an equation that needs
To be solved. Without any answers my path
To self-realization is unknown
I burn with the desire to seek what I
Was born to do, while everyone around
Me seems to be extinguishing the flame
Within me.
Damn it I don't know what to do.
My soul feels like its been thrown
In a ditch and left to rot. My heart
Longing to be satisfied with achieving
Greatness, and my mind wanting to be
Aroused like the sexual attraction that
Exists between a man and a woman.
My soul just wants to orgasm when the
Purpose is found.
The soul is an enticing entity that can never
Be filled like the black hole, it just consumes
And consumes till the end of time. However
Its, beauty is rare and uncontainable. This
Letter was written by a soul seeker
Kind Regards
The seeker.
"To seek your purpose is to entice the heart, feed the mind and nourish
The soul".
When the aromatic whiff of love tickles
/ the nostrils who can resist?
/ Just the soft bite of love and
/ the taste of emotional confectionaries that
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Daffodils smell sweet.
/ Your deep dimples bring out my smile with
/ such ease.
/ There is joy in knowing your existence is my
/ peace.
/ I long to see you, especially the day you run into my arms and
/ nothing else will matter.
/ It is only a matter of time till we exchange our embraces.
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