A yell of my soul

Have I walked and mirrored you? Good — and for that, I apologize. For it was never something my soul could endure for long.

Then passing moments taught me who I was becoming.

It truly was a venture into the dark, where shadows meet the deepest parts of my soul and return to me a strange comfort I cannot explain.

I seek venture and adventure, yet the pain within me refuses to let me sit still. It frustrates me beyond words.

And still — all I truly want is to sit quietly with my thoughts.

Thoughts that yearn to be heard by my own self.

But who hears them now? Not even me.

They drift like passing whispers, carrying untold messages from the unconscious.

And I yearn — to hear them fully, completely, through and through…

The yell of my soul.