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I want to be myself again.

How?

Waiting. Asking. Feeling.

What do I do?

I'm floating.

Floating through the days.

Like floating on water.

I lose track of time.

Forgetting how I used to be.

Only knowing who I am now.

The mirror sees imperfections on my face.

Looking at the face in the mirror,

I look through my soul.

My deep, dark mind.

Haunting me.

Shield the girl I once was.

Changes her.

Layers are around her like a blanket.

My true self is locked up in a casket.

In memory of......

Me.

Who am I?

Who was she?

Do I dig her up.

Nurture her.

Fix the cracks.

No glue can fix that much damage she says.

But I have to at least try, right?

She says it's too late.

Irredeemable.

She disappears.

Gone. Missing. Vanished.

Never to be found.

Never to be seen again.

Searching for this girl.

A maze of mirrors.

The girl keeps running ahead.

Like illusions.

Magic.

A phantom.

I can't keep up.

The dead end.

The maze stops.

The girl is nowhere.

I'm sure she was here.

Certain.

I notice her.

Right at the dead end.

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