Read these tension lines like a story
Although I appear young, I am also those who came previously
This beating drum of flesh within my chest
Is woven with a million mortal memories
It appears in this sense, I have lived many lives, loved countless loves, and danced to its bluesy rhythms. Eternal, immortal? I don't know. Just that this skin is true, and that beaneath it truer still.
We all wish to leave something behind, like a gemstone to a family member. In our right minds, we all wish to contribute. A painting, a poem, a tear. Just to bridge beauty with the soul once more.
I am an old soul. I speak with a spritual draw. That will not be muted amongst the applause. I am a result of everything I have seen, in this beloved space recognized as a dream. I am... an author a poet, though you may not know it, I am the beauty that loves forever more
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