At the crack of dawn
I used to wake up just to hear the birds sing
and watch the sunrise.
I would sit crossed legged
or lay on my stomach for hours
writing.
I was a dreamer,
fascinated about magic and fairies.
I would pour all my love onto
torn pages.
My pieces wouldn't be finished
for days
but I lived a magical life
and had a constant craving
to always write....
then one day,
for unknown reasons,
I stopped.
My universe changed,
I changed
and I lost my psyche.
This person,
this being I've become --
who is she?
I stopped myself.
No.
Take a deep breath,
it's time to find yourself again,
Firefly.
Months passed,
then years,
then one morning I woke up
and there she was.
Barechested,
wearing this black laced underwear
that ties to the side.
Her hair tucked up
in a messy bun
with amethyst studs adorning the lobes.
We stood staring at eachother.
Then my lips parted.
'Hello you. I've missed your soul. Welcome home.'
