GloryPhantom

I always pictured a soul like a little ball of memories that wrapped around the heart. I pictured it sort of like a ball of rubber bands that had pictures and sounds printed all over them, and every time a new memory was made it was like another rubber band was being stretched around the big ball inside of you. I thought that because a soul was always getting bigger and bigger on new memories that the old memories were always harder to remember. That to think back really far you would have to pull the strands on ball around your heart away until you could see the old memories again. Then I thought that maybe when you made a memory with anothe