You are
human. You have feelings. You cry and enjoy watching movies. Flowers don't
listen to music; they breathe, but they don't watch movies. Buildings don't
enjoy sunsets.
I sometimes
wish to be a part of the sea; not a
water molecule, not a fish, I just want to be a part of its abstract existence.
Other times, I think to myself, having a soul is fine too. Everything is soul.
“How does
your soul look like?”
I don't
know. How does your soul look like?
“It does
not have a fixed shape
Or form of
existence
It keeps
changing”
My teacher
told us once that there would be no thought if there was n't a language. I keep
thinking about it. What if spoken thoughts are translated souls?
‘’Thoughts
don't require a language.’’
Becasue
thoughts are feelings, and feelings come from the soul.
"You
can't express thoughts without language."
You can
“Expressing
thought's is not necessary.”
“Your
thoughts if you are expressing them through language, body language or silence
give an indication of what your soul is going through”
That's how
poetry works.
“But still
thoughts are always changing
They are
not fixed, constant”
Of course.
I am not
talking about the content of the thoughts. I am generally speaking.