Invisible is what others are too busy or blind to look at..
Invisible is what people forget to think about..
Invisible is what people take for granted
Invisible is what hurt is..
Invisible is what loneliness is..
And sometimes..
The soul is what invisible is..
Beings are born invisible to the world..
And slowly become opaque..
As they grow and start to make their mark..their soul starts to shine..
And then,
They're seen by the world..
I have a visibly invisible soul..
My soul tries to shine.. oh so bright...
But is dimmed by the pressing words of influential people of my life..
My soul is in a place of wonder... it doesnt belong here... it doesnt want to be here..
My soul is not just darkness.. and it is not just rainbows...
It is a storm of the warm and cold.. the hues of the extreme..
My soul wants to taste.. the purity that lays in just living life one spoonful at a time..
My soul wants to feel the difference between, what is and what if...
My soul doesnt just want to wonder about the what ifs of our life.. it wants to wander and experience it..
My soul is living without my body.. in the place that I, as a whole, want to live in..
The invisible is to be feared..
Because no one can see it.. it doesnt have to make anyone happy..
It is allowed to live however and wherever it wants to..
It is what fear is built on..
It is what wonder is built on..
It is what the mind is built of- thoughts..
And it is what humans are built of- soul..
Souls are already caged in the bones of a being..
It doesnt need to be further caged..
Let the soul run wild.. allow the souls of those you love to be and do what they want...
And thats when the invisible... become just a little more bright..
Life's hard and rough enough without anyone blocking the rays of the yellow oyster...
No matter how satisfied one may be.. Their souls are always hungry for change..
No matter how scared one may be...
Their souls are always thirsty for the dangers of life..
No matter how closed off one may be..
Their souls are always true to their feelings..
And,
No matter how hard life's choices sometimes may be...
The soul always chooses the tougher...
A person may seem afloat in the ocean of struggles...
But their soul is drowning in the depths of the confused mind..
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The Psyche Of Mine
Poesía**** I've never really known how to move, where to see or what to feel.. But sometimes, I have moved enough to be alive, I have seen enough to not go blind, And I have felt words enough to feel.. **** **** Its my first time properly penning down m...
