How do you know you are alive and not just a metal box? Do you have strings? Who is the one pulling you around? Are you about to break out? Are you running through the walls at night? Can you still breathe in the storm? Is there anything left to dream about?
I can flash you a smile anytime. But is it the one which comes from the love of the soul, as my Daddy used to say, or is it just a portion of dust from an old engine? 51/38,... does a machine feel the love? What's the color of your dreams? Are your waves of those darkest thoughts crashing down? When are you going to come alive once again for good?
I know I can still cry for an ant or a butterfly, but for humans? Nah, I was built to love you. Being kind is hard, though. Fighting for life in each moment of this meaningless Friday afternoon. Yet, I let the sweet memory of sunshine light it up for me.
Mantra meditation seems my kind of mission: impossible right now, but I want to show my gratitude so severely to the goddesses. It's Navaratri after all. Laksmi Devi has been so generous with me lately. I rely on my BFF (God) who has never left me, even in the dimmest parts of acting like a bag of flesh n bones.
I'm one hell of a soul! Don't you forget that! You can talk behind my back all you want, I'm still more alive than you'll ever be! Real ones bleed. Truth comes from pain. I faced all of your nightmares and came out awake. My consciousness brings me the chance of tomorrow.
your soul singer,
Kata The Nomad