In another life, I am everyone's gem.
Confidence gushes out of me with unwavering force and I marinate their souls with my incredible humour.
In another life, my shadow is not my sole companion.
It has been eradicated and in it's place, a dozen small feet stand before me, tapping on the marble to the sweet rhythm of my voice.
In another life, I've got a sliver of soul in me that isn't mine; an essence I equally share with another.
There is no lingering doubt nor fear of the unknown.
In a different life, my mind is not plagued by thoughts so dark and impure and twisted fantasies of doom.
In that life, I'm the master puppeteer and I meticulously handcraft every storyline.
In another life, I am not a domino waiting to start an avalanche.