In its Place Where Everything Belongs

The person who I talk to isn't there. The person who I share with isn't there. The person who I blend and mend with isn't there. Where is that person? Is that person hiding? Or locked up? Only that person knows, not even god. Why doesn't god know? Because God doesn't want to know.  Some things aren't meant to be said, done, watched, heard. These few things can change our lives for ever.  Every 'thing' has a soul & every soul has a meaning and a existence. A soul can define you, make you and break you.  A soul is stranger, even your soul is a stranger, not completely though.  Take time to figure yourself and your soul. Judgement day is nearing. Do your deeds, fill the needs.  I believe in balancing out things. Not much of everything, not little of something. I'm bipolar in a different way.   Now back to the person... That person who I talk of is not really a person. That person is me. That person is soul. A soul I d

What if I don't want to get motivated?  What if I like the darkness, the unmoving of the body, the countless thoughts, slow and boring music which makes no tune, rhyme or sense? What if this is how it is and making it better would actually make it worse?  I don't know what to do in and with life any more,  Cos What if this life we're living, is a dream in disguise..?