old souls
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Rotating. Like the stars do in the night sky. The record spins slowly, emitting an intoxicating melody that flows through the air like a silk scarf caught by the wind. It crackles as it spins the vinyl round and round.
I am the rock.
I keep you centered,
With your feet on the ground.
I make you feel better,
Even when I can’t make myself feel the same.
I had come to realize the pattern
in which the seasons of my life came and went
and how the colors of the sky were warm and bright
each night before the dark cold breeze
came and stole it away.
