They say people have souls, but it seems that no one can state this for sure. I have also heard hat after a person dies, there are only two places for it to go. I do not know where mine will go…
Therefore, I have imagined a virtual place for my shell to hide and for my soul to be simulated in a kingdom of exotic fruits and flowers. My shell disappears and decomposes beneath a variety of colored chrysanthemums and kiwi fruit. There is the fresh smell of the sea and the sour aroma of ripe fruit. I sense life slowly crawling over my body as small creatures scurry aimlessly.
They are really wonderful yet unusual fruits. When they reveal their insides to the world, the air is full of pure desire completely absent of evil and lust. When you put them in your mouth, you feel cleansed and refreshed. But they cannot reveal their beauty for more than one day, as in the real world, they quickly decompose losing their delicate coloring and change into something no one wants to see.
They are really peculiar yet cute small animals. Their body temperature and color is cold, yet they wave their four legs in a wildly animated fashion. Their hard shells appear to be ready for an attack, yet they are much faster at retreating.
My life will finally leave my shell and will decompose in this special garden of exotic flowers, fruits, and animals. Once again I will see the untouchable colors: dense and lush hues of magenta with fragments of jade green, and in-between, pale pink and blue shades of white float like clouds in front of my eyes. I feel my heart falling down as if it were sinking into the earth.
Me and art. Art and me.
I do not think anyone is able to grasp and hold onto their soul, no matter if the soul wants to go to heaven or hell…