My sister told me a soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest but the one who makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in. It has always been you.
Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I’ve ever known.
I have acid rain in my brain and it’s killing the flowers in my heart.