A Restless Soul

To the Poet,

I have a restless soul. A restless soul that flourishes in nature and space and the beauty that the world offers us. A restless soul that is calmed by a warm wind and the sweet smells of spring and the textures of leaves in a rainforest. Grounded by nature and uprooted by passion, opportunity and driven by achievement. I can see and feel connections within myself and others in ways that only some understand. I feel the nature around me yet fly high above it looking for the right spot to settle in. Endlessly longing for a haven of happiness where I am surrounded by love, curiosity, damp grass and adventure. My dreams play out like the thousands of lives I have lived before, over and over each night. Recorded and played back to me, I wake up feeling like I have been gone for weeks only to find I am still myself. Me, just a little bit older. I am a restless soul like the way a river follows a path through the hard earth, bending and twisting before breaking through the roughest rock. A new path begins as the river flows forward leaving the old to be forgotten, its water laying stagnant and the earth filling in. Liquid curves scar the landscape and remind us of the energy it once took to create them. Clean, clear Canadian lake water shaped my body and dry piles of leaves fueled my laughter. My mind formed characters of optimism and rationalism and fought tirelessly between its two cherubs for the chance to speak. My dreams are basic yet profound and complex enough to confuse all those who cannot empathize with what I hold on to. The loneliness of the earth without its sun, is the same of my soul without its purpose. A soul that will remain in turmoil, uprooted, searching. One that will remain restless and unwavering, until you catch me from my endless flight. Grounded by challenge and sent into turmoil by sameness, I am a restless soul.

Love from, a plane flying over the Mid-West
Lauren Gavrailoff, T.W.O.