Confessions cont.

I keep asking myself what does it really mean to have a wise, old soul…maybe I do in some ways and not in others. It feels old when I constantly view my world by stepping back and seeing it all at once and what could become of it if I let it, if I keep taking steps. I realize that I can’t just see my world but the world around me too is waiting to be seen, not for what it is but for what it could be. I believe that love is a force that is above all things, and with it I know what the world could be, but never will. Great love was never really meant for this earthly world, it was meant for the heavens and it’s waiting for you it’s waiting for me. 


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