Diaries of a Dying Soul

I need a way out. This body has gone beyond its limits...my soul needs to scream. The beauty that once was has gone, like sand blown in the wind off some distant beach in another world far beyond the reach of those who do not believe in the impossible. I gaze into the stars, and lay in wonder of the eternal dance of the heavens. The stars carry out their beautiful movements, swaying to a neverending melody which we cannot possibly hope to hear. The burden my soul carries is great. How do I go on? Where do I run when the levees of this world break? Who will be their to catch me when i stumble? I cannot recall a time when I did not question faith, religion, God, Heaven and Hell. I cannot recall a time when I didnt fear the answer was Yes. To what end I cannot tell, but that is what the journey is. The destination is trivial compared to what you may find on your travels. We all wish to travel to distant lands, to experience the world, to find purpose and place for ourselves, but do we ever? Faith is something to believe in, but to what end? When the sun sets on this world, are we all not here in the end? What do we do when we find ourselves gathered in one place together, with nothing to speak of to one another? My soul yurns for adventure, to travel far and wide. To meet those would be friends not just of body, but mind, spirit, and soul. To be able to say yes to everything, and to truly believe in love, faith, the world, and everything that dreams may come. To believe in the power of our hearts, to see the beauty that was once this world, and to believe that it can be whole again. Blessed be the hearts that bleed, and those who care about it. The animal spirit within me lends its voice unto my lips, it speaks the words that only can be written but not said. I need a way out. I need a way out. I need a way out.