I can feel them as they call my name softly and under the covers. It appears in ways that seem silly like that look or a small touch or glimmer of a smile. Some hope comes back to me that you are have become you always wanted to be. The dreams you and I had when we were children have come true like it all went exactly as planned. Well we both know that is not true but it went the way we needed it to be for us both to be free. My washing line has broken and is on its last legs, it buckled under all the weight and you face is different to before and your hair changed colour. Hope is all we need for things to become the way we wanted, the taps have stopped dripping and the mud has been cleared away. I love it when your boots are muddy and you stand there hopping from one foot to the other before you come into the house. Our house is warm and filled with all the things I've always wanted. My second hand furniture is loved by you just as much as me and I feel content at the thought of all the things yet to come. The children are making dance routines upstairs again and we can hear them through the creaky floorboards. The tiny patter of footsteps one would think it would be, but in actual fact it sounds like elephants up there. We look at each other and laugh because we would not have it any other way. And you reach over to me and I feel safe like home.
I feel like me but not, That tricky things are attempting to be a way that does not fit. Again there is nothing wrong with the way I was made and formed. This is celebrated by some and shamed by others. The silly parts are there to be enjoyed and kept. Only you know the truth, you are hiding away again and its okay. I have something up my sleeve in order to tempt you. Slowly making your way back out from hiding in the bush. Our childhood memories are whispering in the background and you can hear them ever so softly and they are bringing you back to me. It never has to be mentioned again that you went missing for all these years. You were missing but were always there somehow contradictions follow me round but we know it makes sense in the minds of those that feel. Rocks are crashing wildly against each other and there is a break exactly down the middle. I can hear them whispering ever so softly in the distance, the sounds are pleasing to my bones and I call out to you.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.