11:43pm

You once told me you don’t believe in souls. That we are but a crude collection of physical structures. Solid matter floating through time, waiting to die and be born again. Decaying. Withering with every passing second, nearing destruction with every breath we take.

Well, my darling.

The galaxies spinning inside your skull.

The sun shining from your bones.

The flowers bleeding from your veins.

The hurricanes raging from your lungs and the stroms breaking from your eyes.

That is your soul.

Unadultered. Savage. Fearless. 

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[Shy Joe]

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[Michaela Moerke]

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