The Only Soul

Stress isn’t a relief

Just a bit of thinking that

Affects your body

A pattern for survival

A way to live

Exist in a complex

World

That eventually drains

You up because

We have only one soul

And it’s need to be

Taken care of

Gently

In The Darkest Hour

Life is pain

I said to myself

Just a lot of suffering

No meaning to it really

I thought

Trying to topple the grief

In my closed world

Avoiding any encouragement

To live on

Still in the middle of all that

Darkness some glimmer

Of hope lived on

And on

Keeping me alive throughout

The yearlong winter

4

I am looking

For the door

In order to run

Away to the fun

Leaving all that

Nonsense behind

This is the way

I survive

On Ice cream

Passion is a fake thing

Just like love

Still we need it

To survive in this

Complicated world

So full of traps and illusions

Just like ice cream is a

Substitute that

Becomes something

By itself