The Soul Spirit

I like watching people, they change so quickly.

For a human, life may seem to take a while but for me time goes past like gusts of wind, feeding me more stories and blowing out the lives of people seemingly only just born.

They grow old and frail so fast yet still experience so much, so many feelings, so many memories all in one tiny frail human rushing around like gushing rivers cascading through their minds, focused on living until the fire dies and the lights in their eyes fade into nothing.

Although I see them, they never see me. They don’t even really know if I exist even if they might think I do. To be honest sometimes even I wonder what I am.

See the important thing about these little humans, the things that drives them to go on and to keep trying are their souls. See a soul is what makes a human a person, what makes them who they are so without it they are nothing… they are dead.

I am there at birth, I am there at death, the arrival of your soul and the end of it. I also appear when it is in danger or fading out before the right time of death.

I ensure all is how it should be... not that I truly understand how I know, I just appear and know what I must fix… But sometimes the time is right and my job is to guide the soul to safety so that who they were does not get trapped in the darkness and forgotten.

I guess people might call me a soul spirit or an angel but then again some people might rather call me a demon.

Either works for me, I don’t care… to my knowledge I do more good than harm.

It does hurt sometimes having to take away a soul, watching the light fade and then pulling it away as the humans around howl in sorrow. Although the saddest of times are when no one howls for the person and only silence echoes below as I fly higher and higher, guiding the soul away.

I see some terrible things; I see pain, I see suffering and sometimes I see nothing at all… just darkness and the soft glow of a lost soul. That one is the worst because you don’t know what has happened, what to expect or how to expect it.

I don’t know where I take them… I know it’s somewhere warm, I know it’s somewhere soft. Maybe it’s not even a place, but instead just a feeling.

I don’t know where souls come from either, do they just appear or are they recycled? Are they spirits taking turns living these funny little lives? Maybe one day I will get my turn or maybe I have already had my turn…

So many questions I will never have the answers to, just like humans I guess. We all have questions and sometimes there just aren’t any answers.

Maybe that’s what makes life so beautiful to live….and to watch.

-The Soul Spirit