A Soul

A soul tastes like a promise. Sweet and succulent. Pulling you in, drowning out all of your other senses. Mock purity washing over you, as you get sucked into in the illusion. The first taste is magical, nothing short of spiritual. As you stand eyes closed enjoying the taste, all of sudden the bitter reality overshadows the sweet dream. The once pristine delectable treat turns into a muddled pastry. The illusion is snatched away, as the tainted part of the soul is reached. The part that isn’t visible to the naked eye. The damaged part, that is hidden behind the misconception of purity. Invading your senses, making you wonder what could cause this kind of bitterness? What could lead to such pain, and hatred? Eyes filled with tears you force yourself to push through the bitter, in hope that pure unadulterated sweetness will return to you. Only to find out that you are holding on to false hopes, because the next taste is neither sweet nor bitter. A sour tangy taste trickles into your mouth, slowly covering your tongue. Relieved for the bitterness to be gone, you enjoy the quirkiness of this part of the soul. Smiling you realize each distinct taste is what makes this soul unique. You see a soul doesn’t have one particular taste, it is more so of a million different flavors coming together forming something so beautiful that it can’t be recreated.