The Fragile Symphony of the Soul and Heart

Written by Miguel Santiago

In the cathedral of existence, there is a resonance, a timbre that emboldens the fragile soul. Like a paper ship sailing the obsidian sea, buffered by the inkblot waves of desolation, the soul carries a parchment-thin fragility. It is a composition of temporary moments knitted into the grand tapestry of time – persistently oscillating, negotiating with the galaxy of emotions that inhabit the heavenly expanse of the human heart.

The heart is but a river, profound and overflowing with rebellious life, diminishing beneath the soft moonlight of longing and surging under the bright sun of fulfilment. It is often dyed in the bloody colourings of raw emotion, blinding ecstasy and quivering melancholy. It beats a drum, resonant with the bristling edges of vulnerability and reflecting the harmonious confluence of strength and gentleness. Yet, amidst the turbulence, it can cry out – a desperate call seeking the seraphic nectar of rare solace, a requiem lamenting love lost and craving for the unknown.

Somewhere between the fragility of the soul and the bloody heart’s outcry reverberates an unseen chord, resonating to the rhythm of a phantom perfume. This ethereal scent lingers akin to an enchanted dream. It is the scent of somebody out there, perhaps unknown but irrevocably loved – an infusion of late-night whispers and star-kissed dreams, an irresistible fusion of hope’s sweet nectar and longing’s bitter tang. It permeates the senses, the abstract aroma…