bed of thoughts (where I don’t sleep) #3
I’d like to think that before our souls inhabited empty flesh, they were wandering free - constantly in search for something, although I haven’t been given the wisdom to know what it is. What I do know is that this longing never subsided, even after our soul descended into a mortal body and got trapped to a ball of dust.
It is true that the laws of our physical universe are limiting its travels in this brief moment of our consciousness, but it is able to roam free in the boundless lands of our dreams. There it makes sense of the blurry parts of our reality; forgotten faces, missed phone calls, warmest hands, dull aches. The silent voices in our dreams, whimsical places and memories we can’t put our finger on. It keeps going on this frantic effort to find the thing that it might have missed, as though rummaging a haystack for a needle.
The grief that follows this forsakenness, the quiet tragedy that is life - may one day my soul reunites with what it has lost, and finally settles down in unabated rest.







