Well... Here I am... Standing in this wide world... I don't know how I see myself...
But... I'll try to reveal myself like a ghost that flew in front of a shuttered camera...

My Poem/story is still faint but will sure tell who I am...

In a frigid time where winds are cold
with a dark and hollow sky floating,
She saw the light that she needs to hold
while dreams and hopes are releasing...

Her old juvenile self flown,
newfound experiences await.
she saw herself alone,
then found that friends are great...

With them she became resilient
but continued being silent,
with her friends by her side
she puts sadness aside...

She started creating stories,
only to remember them as fragments...
Cleansing what was blurry,
She restarts with excitement...

Those things deep within me..., those I wouldn't tell..., but my words tell truly what I was...