In the deep darkness of the night, I often felt like my soul was a mute, never speaking to my body. I exist in a silent world, with no sound, no color, only endless silence and darkness.
In this silent corner, I wandered alone, isolated from the world. I longed to shout, I longed to talk, but I couldn't find an outlet. My soul is silent in my body, and my physical body cannot perceive its presence. I tried to talk to myself, but I could only hear myself echoing in silence.
I have tried to express my feelings in words, but words can't seem to depict that loneliness that goes deep into the marrow. I confided in my friends, but they couldn't understand my feelings and could only reassure me that everything was going to be okay. Yet, I know that this comfort is like an itch in my boot, unable to touch the pain in my heart.
My soul is like a mute, and has never spoken to my flesh. It roamed within me, but couldn't find a way out. I was eager to have a conversation with myself and to find a way to express my feelings. However, I was never able to find that exit.
In this dark world, I can only go alone. I tried to wrap myself in silence, but my soul cried out in silence. I longed to find a way for my soul to speak to my flesh. However, I was never able to find that answer.
In this silent world, I was left alone to face my soul. ......However, I believe that one day I will find that exit and set my soul free.