Saturday, July 16, 2011

lest I put it off, for I put it right for the impossible soul

I've never been a believer of fairy tales and happily ever afters, but I want to believe in soul mates. I don't, but I want to. I want to think that there's another being out there that holds the spirit with which mine finds peace. I don't want to just feel contentment. I want to feel a deep longing that is never sated, yet feeling complete at the same time.

My soul lives through times and dimensions beyond our basic comprehension, existing as both human and non-human alike. And it'll be searching, always looking in the back its mind for the one other being that will make it feel truly loved beyond words can describe. Sometimes it'll find it, and they'll be happy. Truly happy and so fortunate that the stars aligned in their favour. Sometimes they won't be happy. Sometimes things just won't work out because perhaps they'll realize too late or never at all. And maybe sometimes they won't find each other at all. But they'll make the best of it, patiently await until the next world and the next lifetime in which they can try again to fill the last dormant corner of their souls. A true homecoming.