Soul

Zia was listening to his favourite song when his soul went out of his body again. He was hovering, seeing a lot of things he had never seen before. His soul was frantically looking for another soul around, looking in bushes, behind the moon, in the dark of night, at the end of the road, under the bridge, at the bus stop, in the rose garden, in empty buildings and in every place he had ever visited.

At that time, he also went to the hospital. He wished there was someone who could accompany him and chatted with him. Yet as usual, there was no soul that separated from the body. The soul of a man returned directly to his body with the end of a song he was listening to,.

She
She, oh she

He woke up. His soul had returned to his body again. He looked down, irritated against him who never knew what really happened. He looked down, wanted to shout that soul and body belong to him completely. "No one has the right for me, my body and soul" he said quietly, as quiet as turning clockwise when a doctor injected vaccination into the body. It was so quiet, as quiet as girls’ voice when they spoke to their boyfriend.

Zia always wanted to play back song that he had heard before. Maybe he had been playing the song in ten, hundred, even thousand of times before he went. He began to select and open the music folder in black colored laptop in his room. It’s not a peculiar thing that he began to push his buttons Click to playlist listed there. Then, after few minutes a song came.

She...

May be the face I can't forget

The trace of pleasure or regret

May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

She...

May be the song that summer sings

May be the chill that autumn brings

May be a hundred different things

Within the measure of a day

She...

May be the beauty or the beast

May be the famine or the feast

May turn each day into a heaven or a hell

She may be the mirror of my dreams

The smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what she may seem

Inside her shell

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