This soul is on fire. The world around, dry wood. The thoughts I contemplate, Negate the I I state. They include you and me. I smell the mortality of my flesh, the eternity of my soul. Here I am at work trying to blend in with the sheep letting my thoughts bleed onto a notepad. I did however see myself reflected in an older coworker that spoke to me as I stood on the edge of the sidewalk. He asked if I had it figured out yet? I simply said yes. I asked if he did and he stated no. He stated its good to be out in the fresh air. To let the wind blow it all away. I stated yes. Its better than the stagnation inside and he agreed. I got an old soul. I understand my elders better than I understand the children my own age.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Apr 2014 18:22:13 +0000
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