18 // she/her // artist and sometimes writer // BI AS HELL // blease ask me about my ocs
I am what allows human wisdom and emotions to exist,
but I do not think nor do I feel.
I have several rooms and exits,
but am neither made of wood or stone, nor metal or plaster.
I create a dearly beloved song,
though I hold no instruments nor a voice to sing it.
Many say I am where you migh find a home,
but no one could ever live within me.
What am I?