I was a queen once.

Or so i believe myself to be. Only a year has passed since the day of my becoming and yet, i feel ancient. Not physically no, my body is two years away from being in its prime. I just feel like im in the wrong time, like i’ve traveled through the years of old and this is a pit stop along the way. I was a queen once. Royalty. I can feel it in the way i live, move, and am. I carry the weight of years beyond my own on my slim shoulders. I knew at a young age i was destined for more, knowing things as a pup that others grew to know at adulthood. Observing all and any, while at the same time nothing at all.

Poetic isn’t it?

I find it strange to be the way i am and for that reason i avoid others mostly. I didn’t choose this though, the other pups just didn’t wish to play with me. While they wanted to play and chase butterflies i wanted to question why it was that butterflies were originally caterpillars. I wanted to know just how many stars were in the sky and how long it would take for me to reach them if i chose to chase them. I would sleep in the day while they hid behind the blue sheet above and i would roam the nights, feeling closer and closer each time.

Maybe i am weird.
Or maybe i am meant for so much more.

It is on this same evening i find myself sitting below the moonlight, my eyes to the skies above and watching the littered skies with awe. The stars almost seemed to call to me. And one day i would listen. For now, this night i was simply content to gaze upon them.

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elowen