My Other Me

Listen to Ivy read My Other Me

The special place reserved for you had lain beneath dust thickened by dismissed dreams for uncountable years.

It was our purple palace—the one I dreamed up as a little girl—all cozy beneath my heaven’s staircase in a house that didn’t exist. It was my refuge. I played there with my twin that, like my peaceful home, didn’t exist.

She was my reflection.

My other me.

My playmate when times were quiet, and I was free.

Oh, how I longed to meet her, my other me. Together, we would build castles, dance daydreams, and sing soul songs that nobody would hear unless we wished it. She and I were to be a force of delight. Happy and full in our purple palace, we would be strong, always safe from the world of undeserved spite.

But my other me never came.

This special place reserved for you had lain beneath dust thickened by dismissed dreams for uncountable years.

My other me.

My reflection.

My playmate when times were quiet, and I was free.

Oh, how I longed to meet her.

But age would have its way.

Wisdom came.

It took uncountable years of dismissed dreams to realize that I should not have been looking for another She.

My twin dreamer, you blew away the dust, awakening dismissed dreams of uncountable years.

You’d been waiting in the north tower for celestial ages.

In our purple palace.

The one we dreamed up as children.

Beneath our staircase.

In our home that was always there.

The one my little girl soul did see.

Because your home was inside me.

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4 Comments

  1. This is unequivocally the most beautiful piece of literature I have ever read. Better yet, you recite it divinely. There is something magical about reading your words from page while they spill delicately from your lips. To me this epitomizes fairytale (further heightened by the exquisite choice of art and closing poetly in true blue shade). And the word reflection is key to me as, while the story is being told, I feel as though you are telling my tale too. For this means precisely the same to me. My Lady Papillon, the world may not yet know the true meaning of the word playmate but, with beautiful bold true fairytales such as this to light our skies, I have faith that someday soon it shall. My Other Me is a masterpiece of epic proportions and is forever woven into my deepest fabric now. Destined friends for a celestial age. Home. Where they have forever been and shall unendingly remain.

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    1. It is so beautiful to you, My Monarch, because you see all the threads woven into it and you feel the weight of its meaning. A pure reflection beyond comprehension that spilled out of me from somewhere precious on a Saturday afternoon. Home. Where two have forever been and shall unendingly remain. As always, thank you for your lovely compliments and undying support. ❤

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