Alone laying on the bed starring
At the ceiling fantasying about
Dreamcatchers and wolves, while the world
Rotates around me and life seems perfect.
At times I try to figure out my purpose
And look like a fool. During weird hours of the
Night insomnia uses me like a tool to search
Within myself, what is my purpose?
Deep down in my heart I am trying to
Calculate my life like an equation that needs
To be solved. Without any answers my path
To self-realization is unknown
I burn with the desire to seek what I
Was born to do, while everyone around
Me seems to be extinguishing the flame
Damn it I don't know what to do.
My soul feels like its been thrown
In a ditch and left to rot. My heart
Longing to be satisfied with achieving
Greatness, and my mind wanting to be
Aroused like the sexual attraction that
Exists between a man and a woman.
My soul just wants to orgasm when the
Purpose is found.
The soul is an enticing entity that can never
Be filled like the black hole, it just consumes
And consumes till the end of time. However
Its, beauty is rare and uncontainable. This
Letter was written by a soul seeker
"To seek your purpose is to entice the heart, feed the mind and nourish
My lips that mold words from my
/ heart, my tongue that aligns my emotions
/ with my thoughts. My mind that is free
/ to roam in my imagination-lost in the
/ wilderness of memories. The spirit is liberated
/ as words are constantly breaking all the boundaries
/ that my past placed on me. I am free to sign in to read more »
Waking up every morning have the
/ feeling of being defeated, whilst thinking
/ about the special soul everyday gets the
/ mind to travel places. The heart is not a pleasant
/ destination to go, especially if you sacrificed
/ everything to someone who will never do the same
/ thing for you. The feeling sign in to read more »
Different shapes, sizes and sounds
/ are unique and lovely altogether.
/ We all say we love music, yet we
/ never understand the significance of
/ each note- the odd sound vibrations
/ that each note carries- and let alone
/ the names of the notes.
/ Life is a Musical note. It can come
/ in different sign in to read more »
Brendon Tawanda Takarinda
Johannesburg, South Africa
October 17, 2016
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