dear diary .. who are you ??
starter for callmeyourhero
the stars are already out ?? slumped lazily in the chair she kept on the rooftop of her apartment, she gazed upward, pulling out her air-pods simultaneously. the faint sound of ‘exo’ escaping through the tiny speakers, as her notebook was practically spilling off her lap. she shut her eyes for a moment; taking in the starlight’s presence as if it were an old friend. a friend who came with a reminder that she was meant to start a movie with her mother a solid half hour again.
crap !!
eyes bursting open, she shot up, knocking her drink over in the process. picking up her things, her hair annoyingly fell into her face as she bent over to grab her bottle. squeezing her air-pods in her fist for extra security, she scurried inside like an energetic puppy. a slam of the door caused a soft gust of wind that blew through the pages of the notebook she had somehow forgotten in her panicked rush. the pages of the blue polka dotted notebook fluttered softly, mimicking the soft movement of a field of grass. the page she had been working on left open, revealing the poem she had written.
‘ does a butterfly get scared when they burst through their cocoon not knowing what is waiting for them when they escape their safe, warm home does a butterfly get scared when they take their first flight does the thought they might come crashing down hold them back from soaring high does a butterfly get scared when they’re left with just their thoughts wondering what they’re meant to do not wanting to waste their life in fear ’











