A lifetime ago, our body was that of an infant’s.
“Joyeux Noël!” the people cried around me in those early days.
A shadow clung to me already-the loss of the only person who knew me better than maman.
The lights around me were dazzling in all ways.
They were captivating.
They were overwhelming.
I missed the dark and dim that I had once shared with…
…
Why was I the only one to make it into all this light?
If you were here, these things wouldn’t be so scary.
I needed you.
You would have made all of these scary events easier.
What happened?
Will I ever know?
I miss you, as I have missed you every moment since I entered our maman’s world.
I became the one in the light…
And a shadow of you grew in my mind
Would that shadow have left if our life had followed a path of less intense trauma?
While I find myself curious, I don’t think I could ever imagine such a thing.
You were ALWAYS there with me
And so I, a form of light who was fittingly named, and the Nuit Noir that had grown in my mind to represent you, lived in the lights for a time…
Hopefully I’ll remember to actually write more of MY existence as an alter, now that I’ve started with this.
I started here…as a light. I became an angel by Père, and then with Lucifer’s fall from the stars, I was one who was swept away as well, becoming a feather
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