The Soles of Souls stomp and stampede, searching for salvation. Seeking sentiments within strangers and scanning speculations for solutions. It’s a sad secluded world although you are never solitude, surrounded by societies who motives are suspect and selfish; I sympathize for my lost species, unaware of their significance, misguided by the shade and shadows of sinful spirits, instead of striding towards light as the salt of the earth. But I remain optimistic and I hope these seeds become steams and sprout by the Holy Superior’s rain and may it create a spark, that will emerge into flame.
(c) Karinagl