Soul

I think I have a soul.
Sometimes I question it. What's the purpose of my soul?
Of any?
Is it to bond with a "soul-mate"? If so, how does your soul-shell find your soul's mate and it's accompanying body. And why are some souls so lucky as to have their mate placed so close in life. The same state, town, school, street.
"High school sweethearts".
Or is it just that those are the lazy souls that have given up from the very beginning. And are settling.
But settled souls seem  perfectly happy to me. So maybe thats not it.
Maybe a soul has multiple bonds. So many that there is indeed a good chance that you  will find at least one, or maybe two, more.
And what of divorce?
Do soul's bonds break? Maybe the soul just settled first. Then opened it's eyes got off it's laztas s and decided to search again for one of the "soul-mates".
But what of our minds? Your mind is of your body, isn't it? Or maybe  just the brain is of the body, and mind is of the soul. And that is where the two meet.
I think that's it.
But how come my mind won't show my brain all that it has experienced before being tied to this soul-shell? Did it even experience anything before? Is it choosing to keep all that can be known from my brain? Is my mind secretive and selfish..
Or is it that there wasn't anything before? And my sould was made as was my body. And together we have spent all the time that either has ever experienced.
And if so, that there was no before, is there also not an after? I will fade out in mind as I die in brain. And there will be nothing infinite of the sort? And if there is not a before, followed by no after, what is in between?  Is a soul a real thing? This is my brain begging my mind to elaborate for me. But maybe my brain and my mind are just the same thing.
But maybe this is my soul, my mind, fooling my brain and body. So that I don't guess all of eternity's secrets.
But maybe there are none to guess anyway.


-B

This One is for You.

The world is full of good people,
Yet the good are not always the best,
With rocky pasts, always coming in lasts,
Some more tortured than the rest.

My town is full of good people,
Carbon copied, perfect, all the same,
All dreams aside, their desires they hide,
To stray is to receive the black sheep blame.

You my friend, are good people,
Always made it on your own,
Troubled child, forever wild,
But in loneliness you're not alone.

-B

Sumer 2013 Bucket list

Buy a pair of mandals.
Get better at henna designs
Go on at least one extra fancy date
See GATSBY
Marry GATSBY.... I wish
Go to Oregon
Camping/ road trip.
Zion's
North Carolina
 trip to San Francisco with Erika to tour the art institute
Early college in the art program at weber state
Build up portfolio
Get more piercings
Become a long boarding bad ass
Meet new people
Climb a lot more
Change my hair again
Have fun during my last summer at home!!!