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Two separate souls journeyed in a place full of doves… The first was known to be one of the most gentle among the souls dwelling around the place; a happy soul, which was fond of lending a hand to its fellow souls. The other was a tenderfoot in the league. Innocent and unaware of one another’s stroke of voyage, the two came across each other’s path. They played, they laughed and hummed songs each day… each got its aura lighting red whenever they share spaces but none of which noticed it. Some poor souls were also lingering around… roaming and finding flaws to their fellows… yet the bliss they shared with each other made the two not mind. For some indistinct reasons, the delightful souls lost hold of each other. One of the fellow roaming souls hastily got into the picture which made the novice soul got so much wounded. It preferred to continue its journey carrying the bewilderment about the sudden lost of belongingness.
During the next voyage… the wounded soul became a greenhorn no more. It was able to mingle itself with the other dwellers of the doves’ realm. It was able to regain its being and build up its own ring of soul mates. But the Divine Soul Creator must have wanted to let these innocent souls learn how a soul trip should really be traveled thus giving the two a chance to cross paths again. Songs unsung were sung; a great pleasure and bliss were brought about by the reunited soul travelers. Though, the set up wasn’t as smooth as how it was before. Both felt that they were no longer two alone… remember that another soul had already gotten itself into the voyage of the known to be gentle soul. Perplexity invaded the gentle soul’s journey as how it made the wounded soul believe. The former sought aid from the latter making it felt the task of saving its beloved gentle soul from its dilemma.
Yet chances are… the poor assisting soul found itself alone in the battle. The said to be gentle soul admitted of its not being valiant enough to save itself from the trouble it is into. It showed no courage to take any move to rekindle the bond that the two of them felt they supposed to have. The assisting soul felt worn out and restless of the circumstances that the soul asking for assistance itself permitted... It felt unaided while in fact it’s supposed to be just the one lending an aid… it felt that it has no hold at all to the gentle soul yet the poor unaided soul held on to what the gentle soul made it felt it needed…but all the efforts were worthless. The gentle soul gradually allowed itself to fuse with the hasty soul totally, leaving the assisting soul with no hold at it at all.
“No matter how hard we try some good things never last…”
The poor assisting and restless soul found its own voyage almost unmoving in consequence of spending most of its time saving the gentle soul… it was left unaided. Thinking of saving itself, it finally lost its grip from the hope of having its gentle soul back again. It was even more wounded than before but that was the finest thing to do…
“Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay…”
During the next voyage… the wounded soul became a greenhorn no more. It was able to mingle itself with the other dwellers of the doves’ realm. It was able to regain its being and build up its own ring of soul mates. But the Divine Soul Creator must have wanted to let these innocent souls learn how a soul trip should really be traveled thus giving the two a chance to cross paths again. Songs unsung were sung; a great pleasure and bliss were brought about by the reunited soul travelers. Though, the set up wasn’t as smooth as how it was before. Both felt that they were no longer two alone… remember that another soul had already gotten itself into the voyage of the known to be gentle soul. Perplexity invaded the gentle soul’s journey as how it made the wounded soul believe. The former sought aid from the latter making it felt the task of saving its beloved gentle soul from its dilemma.
Yet chances are… the poor assisting soul found itself alone in the battle. The said to be gentle soul admitted of its not being valiant enough to save itself from the trouble it is into. It showed no courage to take any move to rekindle the bond that the two of them felt they supposed to have. The assisting soul felt worn out and restless of the circumstances that the soul asking for assistance itself permitted... It felt unaided while in fact it’s supposed to be just the one lending an aid… it felt that it has no hold at all to the gentle soul yet the poor unaided soul held on to what the gentle soul made it felt it needed…but all the efforts were worthless. The gentle soul gradually allowed itself to fuse with the hasty soul totally, leaving the assisting soul with no hold at it at all.
“No matter how hard we try some good things never last…”
The poor assisting and restless soul found its own voyage almost unmoving in consequence of spending most of its time saving the gentle soul… it was left unaided. Thinking of saving itself, it finally lost its grip from the hope of having its gentle soul back again. It was even more wounded than before but that was the finest thing to do…
“Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay…”
posted by charo mae @ 4:22 AM
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