"If you reach into my soul, please do not be afraid of what you find. In the deepest of the corners it's filled with dust, webs of forgotten dreams and ancient promises collected from over the years. These are the corners I no longer visit. But blow the dust gone and what you will find is a bottle filled with lifeless butterflies that died the night she left. The walls of my soul are covered in words I will never have the courage to speak out aloud. Trace your fingers along the surface and you will feel the scars left by those who came and left. So many empty shelves accommodating broken promises and ancient dreams. Please do not be afraid, I am just an old soul."