if your body wasn't made of flesh and bones, your soul would live among the pages of an old book- perhaps your favorite, maybe lost in between shelves of a library, or just a forgotten one collecting dust on someone's bedside table. i think you're attached to the things you like, to your hobbies, and you can hardly focus on whatever surrounds you once your mind is busy daydreaming. you're such a soft, endearing creature; you make candy taste sweeter, you make a song sound better, you make colors look brighter. to someone you feel safe, like home, like that old soup that would bring your childhood memories back. if your soul had a color, it would be a golden-ish beige, like scorching sand, and it would smell like vanilla sugar.