kozmik soi

the color of freedom (edited?)

i have never seen free as a color. until you painted my life the color of freedom. and it was then, that i knew what freedom looked like. my freedom looks like me sounds like my laugh feels like my touch i am freedom i am the key to my freedom and you are yours

Do we lose pieces of ourselves every time one of us dies? Or do we only lose parts when that person is part of our soul contract?