Dear Meditation, Why is my soul afraid of the outer world? Why does my soul scorn at these people? Why is my soul angry on the world? Why does my soul speak only through feelings? Why is my soul crying for the world? Why does my soul hide beneath layers and layers of body flesh? … Continue reading Emotionally Unattached (Letter 38)
Dear Reflection, Same eyes, same nose, and Same mouth, then why does it feel different? I waved, and you waved back, but, I had a smile on. There was droplets of water on both sides, It was raindrops on my side, and the drops fell from your eyes. I can see me in you, but … Continue reading Emotionally Unattached (Letter 37)
Dear Devotion, Somewhere, the love got lost, loyalty was cheated on, and faith? Broken and Beaten. It was the stage of admiration, which ended in annihilation. The care was thrown out the window, like a useless chair, with no arms of kindness to rest on, to get the support from.
Dear Gentleness, The tip of your fingers, brushing my hair away, from my forehead - with love, as you hold me tight in your kind arms - with the softness, as you treat me like royalty - with the tender care of my heart and soul.
Dear Zest, The zeal of your flavor, in the dish of life, with the sparkle of the passion, and the spice in paradise. The joy in the moments of time, when life turns sour, and going wild, Let us open the zip of Eddie's magical bag.
Dear Despair, You made me know what joy was, the pleasure in hope and faith - You made me understand the pain, of life, of eternity and beyond. You defeated me, in this life of distress - I came back strong, With the will to find the light in your hollowness.
Dear Dejection, In the dumps of the broken parts of my heart, I stumbled into sorrow, with the sole purpose of finding my lost spirit - only to find the melancholy, under the stairs to the basement of misery, with an open door to the broken-hearts, in the dejection of eternity.
Dear Grief, Blue is the color of the sky and the water, and Blue is the color of the waves; Calm and composed, dying inside, day by day; the dejection is the color blue. In despair and Agony, the soul searches the sanity, but in the grief of blue, it is stuck in the misery.
Dear Sorrow, I have few words to say to you, You rain on my parade - But, the rain just cleanses my sin away. You are the hardship in my life - But, the victory is even more sweet. You are the trial of my decisions - But, it is a new lesson. You, may … Continue reading Emotionally Unattached (Letter 30)
Dear Weeping, You are an emotion of the heavy heart, the crying of the soul - an art, An action at the start, with a jump-start, But, it is the tears of the crying heart, in the shine of the moon and the star-births, when Selene in her chariot - goes by.