Through out my life my abstract mind has been able to detect and find patterns in life and the words people say. I know that life is a deeper mystery than people in the field of science and psychiatry think. I have battled with my demons, demons which I still battle. I rattle the cage fight in the desperate stages and write in the pages of my own story. I maybe a dragon falling off the wagon of sanity. However I am intrigued by her she is the greatest story I will ever gain. I know her name is Sophia she is the girl with many faces.
I still see her sometimes though it’s strange the voices quieten and sometimes even stop. Is this a coincidence?
My god won’t fit in my veins won’t fit in this skin she doesn’t wear a skirt she has shed her skin She is a soul she wears many faces Many races worship her she has many names and cannot be tamed my god is a woman she’s the soul of the universe clothed in darkness and white light and the many shades of the rainbow and she knows wisdom we all seek and sometimes she sends angels to peak through the clouds and sometimes she is quiet, whispering, loud and she speaks to me in dreams and carries the weight of her universe in her purse.