Even here, I struggle to begin, to find the words, to be honest. Even here, where mice can be dragons, and trolls can be golden haired heiresses, I struggle to begin.
I'm searching for a girl - See, this girl, this one in the photos - this one of the quick smile, and the bright eyes, and the throaty laugh. The irony is not lost on me, of the real girl, trapped in celluloid.
Tears cannot find her, though I have laid a long and shining path of them. There was a castle, in a land far far away, once upon a time. There might even have been a princess, but she wasn't me.
How far back must I go to find her, this real girl, this real me?
Maybe all the way to the beginning...maybe even further.
Hello, my name is Chi and I want to be REAL (again).
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