An Old Soul finds disinterest in activities of their own age group. They feel as though they need not to participate, because they have in fact experienced this before. Therefore, an Old Soul will most likely be quite independent, often a wanderlust, because he or she will feel bounded to experience their unknown. Often to be confused with loneliness, but in fact not. Because this Old Soul has the love of thousands of beings and lifetimes before.
My mother taught me
the distinct smell before the rain,
the promise of cleansing.
Didn’t anyone warn you
I’m what natural disasters
are named after?
I am a river,
good luck controlling me
good luck slowing me down.
There isn’t an ounce of age
to my soul.
I want to write you letters and take pictures of you with a polaroid.
I want to walk with you to your door after a night of holding your hand.
I want to spend our evenings reading books by a fire and candles.
I want to invite you over for a meal out of my grandma’s cookbook.
I want to escape to a place where the simplest things mean the most.