Secret Language of Souls

 

Secret Language of Souls

I cannot read your thoughts, for I live in a world woven from feelings, like a secret garden where emotions grow between roots and branches.
I run from chimeras, those shadows that dance in my mind, trying to deceive me.
I want to decipher your soul, like an explorer uncovering ancient maps, revealing the pure essence that pulses within you.
You may deny it, but we are like rivers flowing in the same direction, even if through different paths.

Do not walk away — stay here with me, for I want no lies, only truth as clear as a still lake.
If you open the door of your spirit, you will see a madhouse of emotions, a universe of madness and beauty.
Pass through my life and you will see that the one who is wild is me, a storm of longing in an irrational emptiness, like a sky without stars.

Come with me from north to south, sailing through seas of dreams and storms of doubt.
I know I am not simple — I am like a dense forest challenging the traveler, and I am not fragile at first glance, but a rock resisting the tides of time.

And if I knew I could truly try for life, perhaps I would smile like someone who finds a ray of sun after a long storm.
Look upward, for I sense your presence like a breeze crossing the clouds, and I imagine the colors of your being even in the dark, like a work of art defying the light.
We both have reasons to shape the past like sculptors and think of the future like architects.

The world may turn, and we may turn the world around, soul‑travelers searching for something greater.
I want to dive deep into your essence, like an ocean stretching into the horizon, and lose myself there, intertwining our paths like roots uniting beneath the earth.
It is all fantasy, a dream dancing in the mist, and I do not know if I am everything you desire, but when you look into my eyes, I become your reflection — a moon mirroring the sky.

I walk with courage, even when I lose myself along the journey, like a star shining in the dark night.
I lost myself and was reborn, like a phoenix reinventing itself from the ashes.
The wind carried everything away, taking my doubts and bringing new hopes.

I continue barefoot, treading painful paths, owner of no destiny, a wandering traveler in the vastness of life.
I live in a thousand colors, a thousand shapes, a thousand intensities, for life is a wild rainbow — and only you hold the brush capable of painting it with fire, with the boldness of your dreams, with the raw beauty of your truth.

My soul lives among paradoxes — coherent in its incoherence, incoherent in its coherence.
It vibrates with intensity, like a butterfly dancing among flowers, light and sublime, or like a wolf howling at the moon, thirsty for space, conquest, and freedom.

It is not stubbornness — it is a burning conviction, like a flame that does not fade.
It is yearning that burns, a longing that pulses like a racing heart.

Something transcendental: a shared rhythm, a harmony of souls recognizing each other in the midst of chaos.
Where we lose ourselves in the immensity only to find each other again in the same gesture, the same gaze, like two stars meeting in the vast universe.

We think of today, and when tomorrow arrives, we already master it with the certainty of those who know time as an ally, not an enemy.
Time is not only what passes, but also what remains, like a footprint in the sand the wind cannot erase.
It governs everything, shaping who we are, what we feel, and what we keep in memory like a hidden treasure.

Without time, there is no story, no beginning, no end.

Tell me about you.