Today, I remembered a story I wrote. Unfinished, just an unpolished one-note
that I bothered to have saved and rewritten.
Still incomplete, but I am smitten
with YA and fantasy, other galaxies and worlds,
so I created my own universe with my own mediocre words.
At first, a thought and then, a character
A plot, an enemy, and then a savior
Wrote samples of dialogues and personality traits
An arc, the adventure, and the darkness that awaits
Still, I am not satisfied with the incompetence my writing conjures.
So I save it and leave it waiting until I can assure,
When I get past this barricade and exceed what I lack,
I can be deserving when I come back;
To write the magic I've always wanted
To have finished and have created.
Then days go by, a week, two months . . .
I remember I wrote a fictional world once!
The excitement in me couldn't settle
Until I realized . . . I forgot the title.
I went through every file I could find. Downloaded applications that were strange but were the kind
to retrieve lost things
but mine lost souls and beings I tossed
In the back of my mind
For a very long time.
Deleted.
Fern, my sweet dreamer
With eyes of dancing lights
You truly deserved more
Than that world's dumb lore
Eula and Kai, bound together
Always in a fight
I don't know how your story ends
But at least get along and try to be friends
Kon, my loyal adventurer
Always by the side
Of the star and its tail and its fire
Will you ever meet the world you desire?
:((
