By Karuna Dharini Devi Dasi
Lost Soul was homeless. He rarely spoke, but He listened to Crip. Crip was Lost Soul’s close friend. The nights were long and there was always fear or danger on the streets. “Got your back,” Crip said. He made plans for survival; meanwhile L. Soul grew sullen. The two other companions to Lost Soul were Mind and Senses. Together they crouched in the doorways of abandoned buildings. Mind talked gibberish to distract Soul from his plight. But it was Senses who served as L. Soul’s best distraction. Senses demanded any food, intoxication, or stimuli available. Soul could barely remember from day to day. Didn’t they used to share a condominium? Maybe a high-rise on the north end of town? Together they spent many lifetimes, Lost Soul, Crippled Intelligence, Mind and Senses, but not peacefully.