So many souls, why do interact with the ones that we do? I think about past friends, past relationships and how vital at one point or another those were.
My views have changed and some of my old friends stayed the same and with a flashback my soul relives every moment so vividly.
Where do we go when we dream? And why can a heartbreak still feel so present?
I drift in and out of day dreams, my soul is connected to a few places, a few dates and a few moments it refuses to let go of.
With two hands on my mug I took a sip, stared into the cup waiting for words of wisdom to appear.