Photo Source: UnknownI left my heart in South Africa, I lost my strength in Paris and my mind is wandering somewhere in Portugal… where exactly I'm not sure, but I'm guessing that it's between work and university.
Where is my soul… shhhh!!!!
Don't call her… she doesn't want to be found.
She’s lost and doesn't know where she is,
She doesn't know where she wants to go…
And in this doubt, she’s in bliss.
Eternally divided between desires, dreams, wishes and responsibilities.
She doesn't feel like deciding right now.
Ahead of her is Love, Hurt and Struggle… none of which she’s ready to embrace.
She hasn't decided whether she’ll smile or cry first…
Let her be.
She’ll sit on her bum and watch the world go past whilst building the strength to pick herself up again.
She doesn't need your help, she just needs time.
Forgive me my friends for not writing sooner… I promise to make up for lost time the minute it becomes mine again.
Song Suggestion – Lost (Anouk)
2 comments:
It's funny how you call you're soul 'she' instead of 'it' :)
Its lost now, but it can be found! Don't push it, relax....
enjoy being lost...it makes the act of being 'found' all the more rewarding
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