Poem

An Old Soul

I guess I am an old soul…

I prefer calls over texts
I prefer hugs over kisses

I like to read books over watching movies
I like walking in the park on a beautiful day

I love sunsets and beach
I love the smell of the rain and the cloudy day too
I love to connect and have deep conversations
I love looking into the eyes of a person I talk to

I enjoy vintage things and old architecture

The smell of fresh coffee makes my toes curl
The crisp of a french fry makes me giddy

I appreciate laughter and honesty
Most of all, I believe a proper and decent goodbye is kinder than simply disappearing…

There’s a new generation of everything
Sometimes I feel like I can’t catch up…
Sometimes I feel like I am too slow-paced…

But that’s when I realized that maybe because I am an old soul, my pace is just right.
Not everyone I like gets to stay in my life, and that’s okay.
At least now, I know the people who appreciate and know my worth, and they value my time, as I value them

I guess I am what I am, and when I think of these reasons, I can’t help but love that about myself more.

I am simply an old soul, and just so!

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