Soul (for papa)
send me a ‘soul’ and my muse will describe what they think your muse’s soul ‘sounds’ like
He says nothing, pondering over it before he speaks once more.
“The cries of a warrior who wants to rest but is not allowed…the weeping of loss of innocence. Gun fire, breaking bones, the stifled breath of one who forces their emotions to stay bound. A yearning cry for freedom, weapons finally giving in and breaking.”








