Thoughts & Poetry

01 of 30: Old Soul

Al Green plays on a loop
As I lay in bed with my eyes closed
Savoring every rhythm
Feeling every beat
I let my mind wander
To a vast unknown
To a time and place
I know where I belong
I am but an old soul after all
Trapped inside the body
And life of a 22 year old


A corporate tough cookie with the soul of a gypsy. Professional bathroom singer. Teacher. Poet. A light-eyed dreamer who nitpicks for a living as she waits for redamancy.

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