O to a soul

O to a soul
Where have you gone?
You started to become flaky somewhere between extremism and dissipating hope.
Don’t be silly, let’s take this seriously, I know you’re hiding somewhere.
Or should I not continue to believe in faith?
Hmmm, I shall continue to consume and consume, that will revive your lingering self.

Though after days, you seem to become more vacant.
Is this a melancholy feeling, because I enjoy this feeling, knowing that you’re sure to return?
No.
Hitting me like a mediocre candle on a mass production line, the candle will only light for someone for so long, till more money must be spent on another. I simply have no more money then, to bring you back. I have no worth to have you back.

You really do need money don’t you. Ok, I’ll buy you back, with what, on a temporary basis of course. Maybe the obvious – a journey to a beautiful location, a kiss with another, an hour of yoga! O what will it take soul?
No little tipples, no more sniffs, no more silly curious acts.
Ok. Well, please let me know when you’re coming back. It’s lonely without you. To be honest, I shall be locked in a cage in the desert.