Relativity of the soul

Even despite our best intentions, there comes a time when life chooses its own path. Irreversible set of coincidences changing everything, and then: dreams evaporate in the ether, daydreams fade away, desires are so low – undetectable on the Richter scale, even a bigger chunk of the soul gets lost somewhere, ends up stuck in a moment. A place where all life’s vigor is spent on friction…

In that totality of absence, all that is left is void. Large and profound, substantial irreplaceable void that remains a faithful companion through times ahead. And the only way how to compete against such devastation is to extend the limits of the soul, thus making the destruction lesser compared only with the soul. When new dreams come to power, new life also rises.

The relativity of our souls…

The glue keeping me together

Constant uplifting sensations beneath the skin… shivers, trembles, shakes, quakes… it’s obvious that something’s cooking inside, reaching high point – screaming to get out. What a thrill, leaving me in symptoms – breathless!

A full rediscovery of feelings, new and fairer meaning of the phrase “hot as hell”; and in its totality of splendor, I succumb and let myself go with that flow. In the entire district of myself, I stand on the rise, eagerly on alert to hear the sound of the gun, so that I can start my furious sprint. 

There, in that run, when the speed takes hold of me, when I reach the limits of the body, when muscles should tear apart in spasms and bones break like they’re nothing – I don’t fall apart, because the only glue keeping me together is that woman… so, I run faster!