Our Souls Could Never Be Uniform
We read, we consume, because we want to feel. The hurt, the love; The morose, the blissful; The tears.
We want to know that our bones have not yet rusted, Our heartstrings can still be tuned as we need them to be. What is it that truly makes one day stand out from the rest? Our souls could never be uniform.
- Ophelia Penning












