A Little Note From The Empire: Day One... Again.

What if the answers never come?

What if I'm floating aimlessly through what seems like eternity, without a place to call my home or even a place to stand and rest?

What if?

Maybe... this is my home; here, on this page. Here I am... meeting myself again.

Hello?

It's nice to feel a familiar face.

Where've you been? I've missed you. I didn't even know that I did.

This is where it all began, isn't it? Writing... like this.

Maybe this is where I... began.

In thought. In connection to the page. In connection to self, the moment a thought hits the page.

There... I Am.

Hello again.

Hello, You.

Who knew I'd see myself in words like this?

I thought I was a woman with brown curly locks the world constantly points out and blue eyes everyone loves but thinks are green.

I thought I was the freckles on my skin.

I thought I was a mother and a musician.

I could even say that I thought I was love...

But words?

On a page?

I never knew I could feel more seen.

What's my pronoun? "The."

hm.

I want it to end. This thought.

So I could have closure. I always want closure.

Put a pretty bow on it as we wrap this up.

But maybe it just ends with another question.

Why does everything end with a question?