every word you said Thursday

I am going to die. Inside myself I am an ancient woman. I have existed in the world of the old before I could walk. They were my friends. I am one of them. My physical age, my physical appearance, they are not who I am. Now. I am old inside. I am looking out from the winter of my life within my heart. My mind, my soul. My spirit. There are moments, even days when I am rushed with joy and I am young inside. I am an old soul with a youthful heart, perhaps. I am impassioned.