Thoughts to Words

A part of your lie, A part of your truth, A part of your love, A part of your hatred, Floats around in freedom, Joining hands, As one single entity, The ship of my life, Is lost in your seabed, Parts of you have set me free, And, some wrecked the whole of me. ©songbriti

My soul is devoid of a soul. The last time I checked I did not even have a definite purpose in life. My canvas is not blank, it is an abstract painting. Colours welcoming change and freshly forming hues of diversity which to be brutally honest is confusing. There are dots that are missing, and the connections failing. But what if the missing dots are invisible? Drops of the rain will help the missing dots to take off the cloak of invisibility. When I succeed in finding a soul for my soul, I will then feed it with the fruit of purpose. ©songbriti