Never, will I let go.
"I can
I can
I cannot deal!"
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What do you want?
Do you want my soul?
I can give you minutes, hours, days, but not my soul.
I can give you a shoulder, some ears, but not my soul.
I can give you love, warmth, and security, but not my soul.
No, that is one thing you cannot even borrow.
Don't you remember when I gave you this soul?
You promised that you'd never let it go.
You promised your solidity would hold.
But there it went,
right out the window.
It flew onto the street
and was quickly mowed down.
It stuck like wet cement to the hardened ground.
It took an eternity to revive what I had left.
It took a lifetime to let go of the guilt and regret.
A lifetime of walking barefoot and bloody through glass filled streets.
A lifetime of yearning for a part of myself I could not complete.
And, now.... NOW you want my soul?
No, my friend, I will never let go.
Try as you might to tear this from my hands
I wont let go.
Never, will I let go.

"Art flourishes where there is a sense of adventure, a sense of nothing having been done before, of complete freedom to experiment; but when caution comes in you get repetition, and repetition is the death of art."