Angels among us, those with broken wings and some of us are in between in Let's create something beautiful and destroy it!

Some might think I’m crazy, others may think I put deeper though into things then I should and others find it interesting the way my mind works and whirls and and jump from one thing to another without a moments notice.
In my deep thoughts I often wonder why my soul feels so old. My mother told me she believed that I was an old soul and this my last coming on earth because I was born with so much wisdom. And there was I time I felt the heavy burden of the world on my shoulder and then I realized it drug the ground.
I wasn’t carrying the burdens of the weight around I was carrying the burdens of my on past lives like wings. Tattered and torn but the were there. I oddly took comfort and pride in knowing that now. Or maybe I’m just crazy 😜