Dear soul, where are you going?

Dear soul, where are you going?

7 years, 167 days ago

Everything that is loud and visible becomes true.When the thought forms itself into the Word, which is actually ejected from its innermost being, it becomes a statement that gets a form for all, even for itself, which becomes unmistakable. Everything thought, which is not left, disappears or crushed. Depending on the weight of the meaning.

I see colors and shapes. I hear music, I smell different dangers of things that wake and move - or move. Every day more. The acquaintances are condensed, the new ones are exciting or intolerable. The intolerability follows from the habit of being repeated.

One day I'm going to cry, and then not stop. I'm afraid of that moment.

Until then, my longing for like-minded souls becomes ever stronger. It is as if I were looking for a home that is nowhere. When I see Vincent's painting, I see this familiar confusion of thoughts. The torn between the longing for a sense of belonging and love for mankind and the consciousness of giving up his inner homelessness, which must lead to suicide in this world.
Does delusion mean the intolerability to be as you are?
And at this point I look for the explanation for the meaning as a soul in a body on Earth to experience a scarce century.

K.C.