Are we still aware that we have a soul? Maybe it is lost somewhere in the void searching its way through the darkness to the world which have millions of little fragments of our heart lying around in the graveyard of feelings. Our soul weeps sitting down on the gravestone and the innumerable pain we bleed from our hearts shine in the darkness just like fireflies. They are lighting up the darkness isn't it? Just so little to make the path barely visible, but that is enough to guide the lost soul through faded eternal promises, countless memories and also the lost battles. In the wake of terror the soul find its solace in nurturing the heart and making it more stronger. He is ready to embrace the challenges ahead as well as to bear with the torments. Looking up at the fireflies he wonders, “Can the heart exist without the soul?”
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