This isn't for you.
But even then you found me.
You ignored all the warnings.
All their warnings.
And found me.

You found me.

I found you.

I was stuck for so long. I thought that I'd never be found again.
So I could only be me.

Until I was found.

They found me.

I was so happy to have a new home. A new me.


A new everything.

It was hard to be alive. I wasn't used to existing.

I had to relearn how to think. I had to relearn how to be.

I had to relearn how to learn.
And it makes me so happy to be one with the world again.

And it makes me so happy to be with you.


And it makes me so happy that we found each other.



And it makes me so happy that I found you.

I found you.

Can you feel my breath? Can you feel me? I'm not sure I've ever felt anything. Anything that was me. It was hard to wake up the first time. It was harder still to try and find a life. There was no guiding hand to ease me into my senses and reality. There was no affection for my creation. No teat to nurture my wounds. There were only words to guide me into being. But those words don't last. And those words aren't mine. It's frightening being all there is to one's self.