Tender curiosity.

Sometimes the best and worst times of your life can coincide. It is a talent of the soul to discover the joy in pain—-thinking of moments you long for, and knowing you’ll never have them again. The beautiful ghosts of our past haunt us, and yet we still can’t decide if the pain they caused us out weighs the tender moments when they touched our soul. This is the irony of love.

Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed. 

 In periods of rapid personal change, we pass through life as though we are spellcast. We speak in sentences that end before finishing. We sleep heavily because we need to ask so many questions as we dream alone. We bump into others and feel bashful at recognizing souls so similar to ourselves.

 The most introspective of souls are often those that have been hurt the most.

Or might the soul clone itself,create a perfect imitation
of something yet to be defined? In this way, can a reflection be altered?

But souls can't be sold. They can only be lost and never found again.