I believe we are immortal in a way. When you speak of a soul what do you think of? Something that you have? An interdimentional thing? What if I could show you my soul? A soul is not linked or stuck within  It's an ever present glow that is contagious. Constantly showing in what you do. In the efforts you put fourth. Your soul is what you create. Art is a reflection of something inside of us that we may never understand, but it's beautiful.  How do you describe to me something only you can feel? You can't. You can only show me. Our souls mark this earth like cranberries on a white shirt. The stain may fade over time but its presence is always known. We paint our souls across a world that will only forget that we live forever.