The floating soul
Heart walks barefoot for emotions and mind hunt for security there exist souls which seek peace. Heart dive us in imagination and mind shows us the reality and souls strive for acceptance.
Soul is a floating balloon stuck between harshness of land and calmness of clouds. It is like a balloon which has left her ground to dive in world of clouds, touch blues with her barehand and feel belonged. It is carried away with blow of emotions higher and higher. But in the midway emotions fades when it go towards the door of reality and finally dies when it touches it’s door. The saddest part is balloon can’t be carried down and neither it can fly higher. What it could do was just keep floating until somethings hits it hard and in fell back on the ground into pieces.
It tries to feel happy as it at least carried away the flight but then it looks higher and realize that fact that there was long road further and what it touched was mere nothing coated with sparkles of imagination.
Then comes the scariest part of acceptance that “being happy can be hard”. And on that I would hold my hand and say myself it’s okay to not feel happy and then never comes sadness and what I am left with is emptiness.
Emptiness is in my soul which is like still sea which carry shadow of clouds in her eyes but is too tired to touch it.
