if there was a way to see into the souls of others,
i would wish to be able to feel what they’ve felt,
to see what they’ve seen,
to hear, and smell, and taste what life means to them.
what do they remember?
what do they wish to forget?
what haunts them,
what makes them ache,
who makes them laugh,
who has made them cry?
our bodies are nothing more
than the vessel that holds us;
our souls make up everything
that we’ve ever lived through.
there’s so much i want to know about others—
from those in my life,
to the ones i’ve crossed paths with on the sidewalk,
or sat in traffic with on the highway,
never to be in the same place,
at the same time, ever again.
i want to know what catches someone’s eye.
i want to know what screenshots their phone holds.
what song do they play on repeat?
what do they hum as they get ready for their day?
do they reach for the big spoon,
or the small fork?
to see into one’s soul
is like seeing into the portals
that make up their world.
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