My soul rests in the small intimate spaces within my eyes.
Not far from the distinct sound of my heart, it searches for a compatible beat; the one that finalizes the sweetest symphony.
It delicately holds all that’s pure, good, and genuine of my character. It yearns for that matching substance and effort.
My soul sits in the sparkles, hoping to find it’s perfect match.
“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”
― Aisha Mirza