Soul-Home
I believe that there’s a place for every soul, that you’re not really home until your soul sings. It can be the same place that you’ve always lived but with new paint, or it could be a place you’ve never been except in books and dreams and pictures.
The soul curls its soul-toes and arches its soul-back and stretches its soul-arms before settling in, roots first, to its soul-home.
