missing someone named "myself"

I miss the morning dews, the sparkling mists, the summer air, the mysterious sunset...

"She's lost."

I miss the sleepy moon, the dazzling stars, the ever-beautiful nightsky, the never-ending lonely night,

"...in the middle of nowhere"

I miss the breaking dawn, the cold morning breeze, the enchanting sunrise, the heavenly chirping, the brand new day

"...can't seem to find her way back"

I miss her. When she's poetic. When she's inspired. When she's the sweetest of the sweetests. When she's dreamy. When she's laughing and flying and dancing in the clouds.

I miss her. When she does what she loves. When she rides with her imagination. When she only believes the magicals. When the reality doesn't matter. When the spells and pixie dusts and abrakadabras vanish her worries away. When wishing wells are everywhere..

I miss her when she's dreaming that way again...

jung arteha pose! :D