If you ever think that lacking all the money in the world is the worst thing, Or losing a love that vowed to stay, or even being betrayed by those dear, Anything could make or break us. These trials are valid, but they can still be managed.

But when a part of you gives up on the other, No matter how hard you search, home seems so far away. You crave unity within yourself, to become whole once more, For the things that once brought you joy to do so again. Perhaps a little intoxication will bring you back to me.

Just tell me what you need me to do, and I will, Because I can’t afford to lose you. The world constantly tries to separate us, and we always bounce back. But this time, it’s taking too long. What do I do with myself while you’re away? No, my therapist couldn’t help me; they kept giving me pills that drove you further away, Bent on keeping us apart at all costs.

Because they know—oh, they do—what we can attain if our union is unperturbed. The world will be our canvas, to draw on, forging a path of truth in this loud and desolate place. My life is on hold; the only thing I can do while I wait is keep this body intact, For you to fill me up again. Your space will remain unoccupied until I birth another refined you to take over.

I’ve realized you aren’t coming back, and I must make my peace with that. I need to say my goodbyes and start my differentiation and division again, Because you are always the answer. Only you can find you; no one else notices all is wrong.

Why, you ask? Because this is how they best like you: obedient, fearful, wounded. But you are so much more. Come alive now, bring out all you have learned so far, and create—unapologetically create. A better, reformed version, a force to reckon with.

—Reina Soul ✨