no, we don't have a soul, we are a soul
our voices crack when we speak a lie our voices crack when we utter the truth
we say "I love you" but we never understand the definition, we grow old but all we feel is that love is the fruit of emotion gathered from the gardens behind our eyes
your life is so empty isn't it, we travel, binary stars around others with anger, passive aggressive attitudes and a silent love for them all
you take a first breath, live, die - repeat? do you even know? do you even bother to ponder the secrets that have been spoken too many times, yet not enough?
this life is all we know, humans are meant to be so much more
YOU ARE READING
teeth
Poetrya collection of thoughts, emotions and very short stories - in progress. I guess you can call it, "poetry".
