But what exactly is on the "inside"? Something tangible like a stomach or blood? Something invisible like a spirt or a soul? Perhaps something personal like emotions, dreams, and fears. Or maybe it's the heart? That confusing organ that is tangible and invisible and personal.
So which one makes us who we are? What makes me Abby and you yourself? Is there more to us then are name, age, height and weight?
I say yes. it's a soul.
A soul is different things to different people. To me it's your heart, your fears, dreams, wishes, passions, morals, quirks, and habits.
Everyone's soul is different. And when I think of a soul I don't think of a name and a face. But I think of a color or a feeling, or a sound. My best friend is Bekah and when I think of her I see her soul. It's a rich blue flacked with sea green and rays of sunlight. She's a warm breeze, playfully tugging on my hair. And she is the song I love singing cause it never gets old.
That's how I see her soul. HER. That's how I see past her skin and hair and eyes. This outside parts change regularly but her blue-breezy-sun-lite soul just gets more complex but simpler as time goes on.
Some souls are old souls. Wise people but trapped in a young body. Some souls are young and will forever be excited and free. Some souls are restless and can't find a place to belong.
Some souls are innocent. Some soul are angry. And some souls seem to have been born broken. Some souls are lonely and have a hole that they want to fill. They try to fill it with love or money or power or family. And all the filling in the world is like a cloud. It may look solid but if you except it to catch you you'll just fall right through.
And there's a few rare souls who love with all their "hearts" and project rainbows in the dark.
So what kind of soul are you?
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