My soul is the keeper of my words. It tells me what to write, what to say. I can’t control what it concocts. I move when it tells me to. I move wherever it tells me to. When it compels me, I listen. The sound is deep. I am its vessel designed by intricate parts. Lined with complexities and substance. Are you receiving this? When my soul starts speaking to me, the noise outside begins to suffocate. The world outside no longer exists. The feeling is divine. My soul speaks a language that I understand more than my native tongue. It’s solid. It recognizes the good and the bad energies. I rely heavily on my soul to lead me and I am in tuned. If you want to get to know me, you must bring depth to the table and match my soul at eye level. Then, I will let you know if we approve or not.