The Spirit of a Lost Soul

The Spirit of a Lost Soul

And I realize that I’m not fitting in this world, this interests, this colours and themes- But where then is my place? I think I’ll always wander over the fragile surface of the earth, calling for a home, searching for a place to settle down. But maybe that’s the spirit of a lost soul, a traveler in mind and books. You live in a world that’s not existing though it is real through your flesh body and written words, but you will never find a place like this, never find the picture touchable to your senses.

You are lost forever but this doesn’t mean you can’t be happy, my love.
Because a lost soul can wander forever and is therefore truly free.

The Spirit of a Lost Soul

Apenas uma carcaça vazia movida a engrenagens desconexas, que busca alívio nas palavras vãs de um desabafo doloroso.

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