elysian

soul.

i often talk to the lady in the house next to mine
who's known for being normal and eccentric at the same time;

sometimes she invites me to her home
we sip sugary tea and eat a few scones
or we talk about Ross from across the street's new puppy
or Ms. Gladys's petunias getting eaten by the deer

sometimes she waits alone at home,
with a singular light on
where she types furiously
or plays love ballads on her rickety baby grand

sometimes i go to her,
just to talk when i'm bored
where she tells me stories of the town when she was a kid
and how she met her first loves,
first friends,
first everythings

sometimes i tell her my dreams,
and how i want to be a writer,
and she gets this twinkle in her eyes and she says
"some say eyes are the window to the soul,
but the door is through your thoughts and words"
as if she's speaking from experience

i often talk to myself,
and i'm known for being normal and eccentric at the same time;
and here are my thoughts and words
that allow you to enter through the door to finally see my soul.

-Ꭷ-

i hope this gives you a better introduction of who i am as an author. 

i really do like writing, and i hope that i am a good writer, but i do it for myself and posting poetry and stories on here allows you guys to get a glimpse of me and my personality (and my soul).

thank you so much for reading!

(also there's no lady i talk to; she's someone i materialized for the sake of the poem to piece it together.)