Mental Vacuum

I welcome the mental vacuum, I know it will not remain empty, the outside strain is hitting my head, and I hope a break through soon. Fresh winds will bring new thoughts, I cannot create a new soul, but, I can still inhale and mend my soul, yes I can't give birth to a new soul, yes I can't kill my old soul, I think I can give a new dress to my soul, I can make up its face, I can heel up its dents, I can paint it with new charming colors, I can make it mobile. I can make it penetrative to enter the nucleolus of other souls, I hope it will be a thing of beauty! But before all that, I'll have to stripe, and the society may not allow me to stripe publicly, but, I have a wash room, I shall wash my old soul in loneliness, and when my mended soul flies, I hope the creator of my soul, will welcome it with a smile, and that smile is my goal.