My soul is overflowing...

This ecstatic feeling in my soul is more than I realise,

it’s not just the overflow of emotions that I cannot control,

it’s more than that,

it’s something that I most definitely can control,

it’s like life and love itself have collided,

and like death is no matter anymore,

this.

Is.

Living.

Nothing more,

nothing less.

It is not a higher calling from God,

or some ineffable spirit,

it is simply what is pouring from my soul,

it is simply an emotion,

bursting forth from my delicate inner core,

it is a feeling that we should all strive for,

it is life,

it is lust,

it if love,

I am in love,

not only with life,

but in love with love itself,

I am in love with music,

with alcohol,

with books,

with films,

with sex,

with the world,

why is there a need to be unhappy?

Why not smile all the time,

just because you can?

Why not take everything in your stride,

and let the bad things, be bad things and left on one side,

placed on a shelf ‘till such a time when the life of the human race has lost all purpose,

placed in a box not dissimilar to Pandora’s,

‘cept this one should not be opened.

And this is not a threat,

this is not a plea,

this is the truth,

the gods-honest truth.

So spake the Devil.

And so spake God.

And so spake I.