The world can be a scary place.
A place of fear and anxiety.
Loneliness and the craving for freedom.
A place where lost souls collide.
The butterflies unite.
Spreading their wings, for the very first time.
Hurricanes embrace one another.
Leaving a trace of madness and absurd thoughts.
Feelings and emotions.
Mixed and messed up in a jar.
The jar of the soul of the world.
One that screams so loud.
Yet whispers, more quietly than the footsteps of a cat in the snow.
The soul of the world.
All written by one hand.
Thank you, the alchemist, for your lessons and ideas.
I won’t pray on my knees,
But I will accept.
Those who wander
Are not always lost
But to be lost,
Can be the most inspiring road.