alternate universe/ 30 of 30!!!!/ 121

Every bone in my body is
aching for something more.
In an alternate universe,
I am wiser and happier,
I am wearing a white
tshirt and looking effortless,
the sunlight casting a
soft glow over my face,
but in a calm and collected
and you know, cool way.
In an alternate universe,
I am almost Beyonce.
Or maybe, I’m the
person who writes all her
songs- maybe I’m a
pseudonym, hiding behind
a mask, or a helmet,
or a wig, maybe I’m a
real world mystery-
in an alternate universe,
I am where I want to be.
Whether it’s in a different
city, or just a different body,
I am what I could not be
in this life. In a alternate
universe, I am the sound
of the sea in the smallest
of seashells. The song of
the nightingale. In an
alternate universe, I am
more. More than I am now,
more than I’ll ever be here,
in an alternate universe,
I am free, like a bird, or
a really rich girl, I am a
feather in the wind-
just drifting.
In an alternate universe,
my bones are just bones,
and the only ache I feel
is one of satisfaction after
a long, long day of
being who I really am.

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