The wild in me returned

Not that it was ever capable of fully leaving.

I am a woman not like any other, I am wildly my own.

Freckled, small and passionately strange

I swore I'd never come back from the depths of the desert where I lost all I had ever known, but the universe swallowed all of my doubts as my soul swallowed the sun.

'Little queen', that's what the wind calls me, she speaks only in song, soft whispers of melodies I've never yet heard fill my melancholy mind.

I reach out as if I've found my new religion

Freedom is upon me

I've got this feeling running through my veins

It's almost too much

I can't help but laugh

Am I as mad as the hatter or have I stumbled upon real happiness?

Sipping chaos from a teacup I smile, my head full of sunflowers and a few dirty thoughts.

It has to get better

It must.