Old Soul

        I learned to familiarize myself with rarity. I am an early riser and I am not a farmer. Early to bed and I am not a toddler. I desire silence without noise cancelling. Simple eater despite so many food available. Keeping things classic regardless of the world becoming ever more interesting, most glamorous, and most evolving. Choosing to live in a rural area in spite of being brought up in big cities. Speaking blend vocabularies and illiterate in slangs and abbreviations. I have blend of accents having lived in different continents, but try to speak in the most neutral tone as primary reason to speak is to communicate. Choosing rawness and quality than mythic and quantity.

Some tell me I am an old soul and some tell me I am simply boring. They have no idea how much fun I have even when my presentation is uninteresting. The less you do, the less attraction you get because people can’t see beyond visible and that does not fit into today's show and tell system. The more comfort I feel being rare, the less I need to fulfill and desire less of what does not belong to me. Once you adopt to it, the common enemies leave you alone because there is no party for them to attend. It is my loyalty to myself. It feels right for me to keep in tune with my natural ways.

Don’t mistaken, I do see the devil but just not afraid, I speak cursed words but at the right time so it matters. I don't really like thinking but I can think deep and complex thoughts. I hear so much shit but won’t let it into my head, I am too busy with important sentiments. All the distractions and temptations hang around like baby’s crib toys trying to amuse me. Open minded stubbornness might be hard to change but changeable under one’s control.