Body vs. Spirit

Are our spirits and bodies interconnected or completely separate? Is there a way to know or find out? How could we decipher the difference? I view this subject as a light bulb. Without light, a light bulb becomes solely a bulb. Useless and inanimate. This co-relates directly to humans. Without spirit, we would be just as useless and inanimate as a bulb without light. But just as light takes up no space and cannot be contained, spirit is just as inconceivable. We cannot hear or touch light, nor our spirit, but what we can do is feel. We feel the warmth of a ray of sunlight against our face. It warms us and it is undeniably present. Just as is our spirit. We feel such strange and terrible things. It is said that there is no real reason for the human body to create and excess of liquid in our tear ducts when we are sad. Yet we cry. How? Our spirits feel such feelings that perhaps it is our souls crying and not our bodies. The spirits within us are therefore unique and separate. We are not our bodies, they are but shells protecting us. Simply souls and spirits within it.

Sh

I painted myself with lines I now cannot erase to set free the sickness growing inside my veins. I am sick, every cell diseased with self-loathing. It always starts the same, hooded eyes stare back at me as I occupy the bathroom floor. I do not make the decision, the act lulls me gently to another world tucked away deep inside the universe that is my brain. How could I even try to defy hooded eyes filled with hate. Any attempt would fail. Slowly the hate in those eyes echo inside my hollow chest. It boils over my hostile hearts and suddenly it's happening. Skin tears until the thrill is gone, and when it is, green eyes cry.

Doors

So many people enter and leave your life, hundreds and thousands of people. You have to keep the door open so that they can come in, but it also means you have to let them go.

Divergent, Veronica Roth

"Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames."

Basically sums up everything.

We fall in love multiple times in our lives. Every one of these serve us as lessons, because unrequited love, love that fades and love that see's too many differences teaches us more than any stuck up university professor ever could. It thickens our skin, and opens our mind to things we would never have considered prior to these lessons life so graciously provided us with. It is at this time that we begin to put the pieces of ourselves together and view ourselves as a whole, to finally become who we are when we are alone.

Paths

Choosing has always been such a difficult task for me. I've been indecisive all my life, constantly over analysing my options in fear that I may miss out on something extravagant. Who knows? With every decision we make, we are eliminating an extensive amount of possibilities and that has always been scary to me. I want to take every path possible, explore all my options. Although it seems as though my inability to make a decision has become crippling. Instead of following every path... I follow none.

Hand kisses, cheek kisses, nose, forehead, neck, shoulder, collarbone, back, stomach, hipbone kisses. Good morning kisses, good night kisses, goodbye, I miss you, I love you, I need you kisses. Rain kisses, beach kisses, sunset, sunrise, party kisses. Angry kisses and happy kisses. First kisses, second kisses, hundredth kisses. Kisses in the light, kisses in the dark, kisses that touch your lips and kisses that touch your heart.

It would be cool if someone wanted to kiss me.