Soul's Archive

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I am Soul/Sol, I'm a teenager, and I write for funsies, I'm actually tryna write a novel but euh this acc is just somewhere I'll dump everything I've written and will write from this moment unless that is I forget

She reminded me of soft piano tunes, The brightness of a sunflower, The warmth of a fire.

Cold is the November night, Warm is her tight embrace.

How often it is we fail to see light in our lives, How easy it is for her to find it for others. Though i do hope she holds her own light to see—not only to guide.

Though she is warmth, sunlight and softness, She is not perfect. But to love someone is not to see them perfectly, But to see their imperfections perfectly.

She ran passing all the street stalls, The wind blew as some petals settled in her hair, The sun high up in the sky.

She spun in her heels as she opened her arms, She stood basking in all the falling petals, The petals seemed to gravitate towards her.

The water fountain in the middle of the city street, Hum as the water rushes down its tiers, being met with cheers of the kids running around it. It glistens and shines as it looks up to the sky, Proudly showing off all the coins its collected.

she half covers her eyes as she looks up at the sky, as she greets the sun with a smile. The sky clear, blue, bright.

As the sun seeps in through the gaps between her fingers— To reach her and give her warmth. For the simple act that is of touch.

It may have been my imagination rather than a memory, But i swear you looked at me. As the wind passed by-- you hair flying, Your hand around mine and smiling. beautiful, bright.

Theres this innocence in the way i’ll hold the memory of you close to me.

All the things i wanted to do with you. They’ll be here in my heart until they find no more place there and instead move to the back of my mind.

My hand will tremble at the mere realization that your scent overrides my senses and makes me want your warmth.

My lips have touched the ends of a cigarette more than it has kissed you. The tips of my hands stained black by the left over ash. My tongue knows no taste other than the burnt smoke of a cigarette.

What is hunger when i only know one taste? Touch—but i leave a stain on everything?

I imagine you smiling on our drive the way to our destination, I imagine you pointing at everything you see and telling me what you think about them. And i imagine i’d look and listen every time.

I can live in a world where we aren’t together, I can’t live in one where we don’t meet.

I imagine that one night i could tell you i love you, I imagine that you’d tell me the same. I know that you won’t.

Still, how bright you are in this dark world, How soft you are in contrast to everyones rough edges, Warmth exudes from your being—a sun, a star personified amongst rocks.

I’ll stay in this crossroads until i’m pushed and pulled to finally be on one side, Until then i’ll continue loving you, and looking for you in every room i enter, And think of you with every good thing that happens.

My hands on the wheel, Your hands outside the window. You look at the view, I look at the road.

Through the side of my eye, I watch as the colours of every light post we pass by cover you a new. I watch as your hair brush past your face, and watch as you shudder against the cold.

I feel your eyes look at me when theres cars in front of us, and i can’t stop to even spare you a glance. I can feel the way your breath stutters in its way back to your mouth. I feel the heaviness that is your luggage at the back of my car.

It’s embarrassing the way i need to see myself through your eyes, I need to see me the way you see me.

I want to know—do you see me the way my dad does? The way the others do?

I’ve always wondered why is it you stayed, How you could stay. I don’t know how love has creeped up on me and took my heart, I didn’t know how to say that it seemed to have snuck up on you and give you my heart.

I see it, my heart…with you On the letters you send me, On the pictures you post, On your voice when we call.

Maybe it was a bit crazy of me, I never could grasp forever, but i had thought that it seemed to be so short... compared to how long i wanted to be with you.

It’d seem so crazy doing everything with you, I thought that somehow you would get sick of me eventually— I lived life in fear of that. Until i realized, that smile you give me… It was only for me.

I sometimes forget time exist

In moments like these where there is only the quiet hum of the fan, The few small pitter patters of feet as everyone rests— careful not to wake those who were sleeping.

That small care, that small affection.

In the dark with only the light that seeped through the windows With only the murmurs of each other whispering, with only the warmth of the person close to you.

I loved you like how the cars love the streetlights at night.

I think i over estimated how much love i could give, I think i over estimated how much i can take.

It all overflowed slowly but surely, Like the water that leaks from my ceiling. It drip, drip, dripped down and fell on my floor— creating small puddles where i could see my reflection.

I didn’t realize i was drowning until i couldn't breathe, i didn't realize how deep the water had gotten… until it was all that i could see.