Which came first ?

The soul or the body ?

Like rocks ,

those are our souls .

They have a shape ,

each unique to one's own .

Carried by the wind ,

drifting in sea ,

we move ,

change .

After tumbling ,

rolling ,

day in , day out .

Souls , will they be smoothed ?

or

shitted on ,

stepped on ,

pressured ,

till they break .

Souls ,

when forced to change ,

like rocks ,

they break ,

crumble ,

and will never be the same .

You can glue the rock back together however you want .

But pieces ,

those tiny little pieces ,

pesky little fellas ,

dust if you may ,

catch them all ?

Impossible it is .

Once gone always forgotten .

You forget the person you once were .

The soul you once had .

And cracks ,

thin may they be ,

Small are they really ?

Permanently they will stay .

Slowly but surely becoming bigger .

Erosion if you may .

Scars don't just dissappear you know ?

But some rocks flower under pressure .

They turn into crystals instead .

Lucky or unlucky ,

this is the game we play .

The body ,

as complicated it may be ,

is just a mannequin ,

moldable they are ,

jelly , it may seem .

For souls to dress up in ,

'live' in ,

then rot ,

deflate .

Who can survive the longest ?

they say .

Who says ?

I don't know .

I'm not exactly thinking about this .

Do you get what I mean ?

This body is stronger than I believed it to be. It has carried me through many battles, some won and others lost. But I can tell that it's growing weak. It's movements have slowed and it takes longer for it to rise in the morning.

I am forever grateful that this body has supported me for as long as it has but we are both tired now. We have both been strong for too long. This body has fought longer than I have had the will too. I fear that we are both nearing our ends.

For what is a body without a soul? A soul without a body? We had become one, and now we are no more.

Hello? Hello? Anybody in there? I noticed the lights were on, but I have yet heard any sound. Are you okay? It’s happening again isn’t it? The way you cave in your own home and sink so far deep that all you feel is alone. I’m sorry for being your prison, the bars you bang and clang against. I know when your scared and I know that anger. I always feel the tremors. Why do you shake this time? It’s never happiness. It hasn’t been since that incident.. I know, I know, we don’t talk about it. Looks like your monster is full. You fed it today? It’s claws are sharper, have you filed them too? I know it’s hard, lest you forget, I have scars too. I bleed and can feel very weak. There’s no need to hide your secrets with me. After all, it leaks into me. On the outside people can see. Don’t forget that. Let’s deal with it before it gets to that. We both can agree on one thing, we both hate it when they all start questioning.

We have always been so separate.

There is me,

and my body.

The vessel in which my soul chose to reside.

We would coincide

-occasionaly,

one over-riding the other.

I've always been in my head.

Living half a life.

The dissociation,

cutting us up,

pulling our gummy strings on reality.

The slow beating of our drums,

dulling,

waiting to reach crescendo,

but never quite getting there in the right way.

Loud booming emotions,

crashing together

like a storm.

But here we are,

gradualy building ourselves up,

as one.

we need to be one to survive.

to LIVE.

and be ALIVE.

We are ready to join forces.

Make the perfect storm.

We are the peace before,

the crashing winds during,

and the tranquility after.

WE ARE ONE.

WE ARE WHOLE.

Welcoming eachother home,

to reside as lovers

of ourself.

Passionatly,

we fall

head

over

heels

in love

with our own truth.

Finally,

We can breath,

and love,

and be loved in return.