The Fabric of Our Souls

by K.M. Moronova

Avoidance has always been my coping mechanism. If I don’t think about it, it doesn’t matter. My day goes on.

“I’ll stop you in your darkest hours. Do you promise to do the same for me?”

I enjoy sitting in solitude. Some people hate it, feel vulnerable even, but there’s nothing more peaceful than embracing your own silence. Only you exist, no one else.

The fabric of our souls is thin—we’ve been wandering this world just to unite in this small corner of the universe.

“I saw a young woman. A confused little flower trying to bloom in the daylight when you were always meant to thrive beneath the stars, unlike those around you. You’ve wilted enough for the world. Don’t you think?”

It’s okay to be small and hidden away. Most gems are.

“The Fabric of our Souls is thin and worn. We must be gentle and love tirelessly.”