Mantra

I'm not sure what I'm looking for or if I'm actually looking for something at this point. I only know that my soul feels at peace, bathing in solitude, pulling her wings close as if she's hugging herself.

Protecting your soul is like raising walls. A never ending job. And the harder people try to push in, the higher the walls. 

I feel happy when I am alone. Me and myself, we get along. The pleasure of rediscovering yourself is beautiful. There is no sense of mute, heavy solitude hanging above my head.

Only playfulness and joy. Like the spring, I bloom and rejoice in my vulnerability and emotions.

The door is closed. Don't come in.