Weave

It's a curious thing how people grow into each other.

I actually feel them inside of me.

I feel them. I know them. They're there.

Family, neighbors, childhood friends, soul-sisters, old flames and lost loves. They live inside of me.

They're in my soul.

Even if they're gone.

I love them. They are all my beloveds.

Where do you go when you die?

You are carried in the souls of your beloveds.