10.03.22
00:15
My nonna calls me an old soul. I do not know what that means. I thought an old soul was supposed to feel at peace but I am filled with an ache deep in my bones. I am left tired. Always. My dreams are more than dreams and I can't sleep. The inner voice of intuition so strong that I can't speak. If this soul has been recycled again and again, then perhaps I am carrying the pain of 1,000 lives before mine. Perhaps this all ends with me. Does having an old soul mean I have less to learn? I have seen this all before. I watch those around me suffer with their lessons. As an old soul I think I am supposed to provide comfort, but I am angry, reckless. I have pushed everyone so far away that no one turns to me and I am ashamed by this. I am failing the last cycle of this soul. This soul that has been through so much to get here. I am so painfully aware of my potential and my purpose that have been smothered by my shortcomings.
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words don't come that easy.
PoetryI've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first wav...
