The human mind is weak, our souls are frail and limited; they drain with each breath and we must bring them back to life once more through kind words, soft touches. We’re about just as easy to be swayed as a leaf in the wind, yet we think we are sturdy as mountains. We tell ourselves that our souls are immortal, yet they are no better than our decaying bodies, as they, too, wear away.
Maybe it gives u some sort of clue as for what to write next. Best of luck!