My Soul is Awake


I’m so tired. But my soul is awake. I don’t believe in the soul. I’m writing figuratively. But you can believe in it literally if you like. Like I said, I’m so tired. But my soul is awake. Why? Uh, a simple disconnect between my physical and mental states? Perhaps too obvious. A conviction (because it kills creativity, one of fortunately very few) that I’ve been partially asleep my entire life and only recently completely woke up? Maybe too abstractly vague. Still, that is the explanation and to get at the heart (if not soul) of matters further would require more space than I plan on using for this piece.

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