Spirit

Uplifting soul magnified by a thousand words.

It's hitting me in the chest as if it were cursed by the very ground I tread upon.

My soul is tired, yet hungry.

Starving for a revelation; or maybe a time frame that makes all things better.

I've lost control of my mind it's not connected with itself.

I wind down the echos to hear the refrain.

Pieces of me make sense, others do not.

I place these thoughts ever so carefully in a box wrapped with pretty string.

I hate it.

The vibe sickens me, and now I placate to the rhythms of logic and the music of lost souls.

I dance around tiny umbrellas crying in the rain.

My spirit is gone.

It's left me in the dust along with everything else.

It said it was also tired of the echos.

So, I sit here in this room all alone.

Listening to for the lost souls.