A body without a soul
how long can it wander in this world?
Life without feeling soon crumbles,
decays into the silence it once feared.
For every heart that stops dreaming
slowly turns to dust long before its final breath.
So let us move forward with what still lives within us —
the pulse of hope,
the whisper of longing,
the quiet fire that refuses to die.
Even when love hurts,
it teaches us where truth hides;
even when hearts break,
they break only to grow wide enough
to hold a deeper tenderness.
And for you, I pray softly,
not for the past to return,
but for your soul to find its light again.
May your journey be gentle,
your nights unburdened,
and may love — in some form, some time —
touch you again with grace.
