This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UNT chapter.
A great mind once said
Whatever our souls are made of,
his and mine are the same.
But ‘his’ soul was a tornado
That destroyed everything it touched,
Including me.
Spinning,
Round and round.
Just like us.
The dark sky and gusts of winds,
Your decisions.
All uncontrollable.
Instead of taking cover,
Like everyone told me to do,
I chased the storm,
I tailed behind his every move.
It’s exhilarating, really.
To take such risk.
Whatever our souls are made of, right?