Nova Days

most people say that i have walked this earth for nineteen years, i am not so sure.

i can't tell if i am fourteen, nineteen or two houndred.

what i do know is that i was born anew that empty day. i can't remember the date, but would any of us really remember our births if not for chatterbox nurses who write our existance down on paper. no, i don't remember being born. but i remember everything after, not before, never before.

and that is why i write, to give those who miss the child that lived within me some comfort, to relieve some of the pain of those who mourn my absence and miss my soul.

i write because i have been called a traveller, a thief, a queen of a land far away. and the only way i can reach that land is if i write.

so, i shall write.