I am male, and twenty-five years old
I have the physical ailments of an eighty year old male
The mind of a fifty year old male in crisis
The longings of a thirty-five year old female who’s divorced
And she says that I have the soul of a man who lived to see a hundred
Nice – you should totally expand this, love the concept.
Thank you. I think I just might.
I agree with Trent – you definitely should expand on this.
(I think we have kindred souls, but I wouldn’t define the age of yours by a number. Its age represents its grandeur – giving it a slight regal edge, and a somewhat antiquated appearance where it’s fresh wound’s meet the old ones accepting they too must eventually heal – but that’s what gives it character & depth, and that’s exactly what I admire)
I agree with everyone else who thinks you should expand this. I liked reading it and thinking about what the words meant and putting it all together in my head.