How often have I looked at the infinity of the universe, in which I sometimes see my soul. My soul, like the northern lights, shines with the power of the universe. But what is she like ?How often do I ask myself this question. After such thoughts, as if a cold blizzard penetrates my blood, capturing my consciousness. When I begin to remember the words of a loved one who will forever remain in my heart, a memory that, even after death, extends a helping hand to me when my soul cries. I hear my own voice. You are my glorious winter bear, you have a pure heart, like a blooming sunflower resembling a piece of your solar soul. Memories from them I shout in my heart: "I remember everything, and still love you". I wander among the places among which my childhood passed, where my soul was always filled with natural joy, the smell of happiness and I wanted to be happy. But today when I wake up, from nightmares I feel like I'm the hero of a virtual game. I am filled with fear of loss of running amid a gloom of horror in the search for answers of myself. Forgetting fear, I run forward. I'm looking for a door. Having found it, I knock on it with all my strength every day. And here I am again in another reality of oneself. Am i happy Again, this question is before me and again the answers. This time, the fear of night reality, from which the heart grows cold, the chilling ice of the soul, seeks heat, faith in goodness and love. Today my heart cries softly, calling out to my soul. Keep your heart more than the stored; in it is the source of life. Yes, I accept you soul, my heart answers. Can a heart have the true value of love if it is covered with the shell of mental death. This is what I want to ask millions of hearts