Baskadia

Emmy?

Am Emmy,

How I loved that name,

The name used to bring me so much joy back then.

I don't know how I would feel if anyone called me that again.

No one knows my name anymore.

Am invisible.

Invisible, as the stars on midday

My world crushed in one minute like a rogue wave.

How I wish I could have a time machine to reverse things to how they were before,

I was happy, at the matter of fact very happy.

I could trade anything to have that life back . . . . .