While the soul changed, it let everyone into its shadows. And while doing so, the soul met with an accident. An accident which it thought was just like any other accidents it had come across - 'Blood oozing, bandages tied, medications done and then back to reality'. Somehow this time the wound is still open. The light is forcing itself through the holes and peircing into the soul. This time soul does what its best at - being stubborn to not let the darkness leave it. But the light stays. The soul still thinks darkness will win in the end.. maybe it will. But hw soul wants to try its best. And its confused - leave the darkness.. the cold blooded new found den which is peaceful or submerge into light which has always brought joy and happiness even with all its challenges and heartbreaks.
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
I walked on queen's street all alone, feeling confident and like a winner i posted my pictures on instagram and facebook. I wanted to show how awesome i am and love to travel all alone. Though i did enjoy those moments, within me was a meek voice that kept waking me up in the nights, kept whispering while i walked down the streets of robertson on way to sunnybank plaza. The meek voice belonged to this soul that was so stubbornly strong and so hard like a rock. That soul had accepted something. That something was a dark past and a dark reality. The soul had grown tired of searching for light. Infact, the soul loved darkness now. It had accepted darkness and embraced it. It left darkness engluf it. It shyed from the light now whereas once it basked in the glory of the light. It replled darkness once and now it repelled light. The soul had changed.
Scribbled @ 11:43 AM