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.