My soul

Sometimes my soul goes away. It leaves my body, my heart, my dreams, and my hope... sometimes I want it so far away from me...

I know where it goes.
I can feel when it is breathing from another mouth.
My soul fell in love in a strange world.

I wish I could give it my body, my heart, my life but I have these deep roots and it has those huge wings...

The best thing I could give it is its freedom.