My Own Mystery

Thu, 08/08/2019 - 16:38 -- Liastem

Someone once said that monsters are the fragment of ones

imagination.

Others might even say monsters are a sign of evil,

but to me it’s much more than a sight to see.

All living beings have more to them than the eye can see, 

just like a mystery. 

A mystery that can become legend.

 I know because I myself  have a monster living with me.

She is still a mystery to be solved. 

One of a kind that is still hiding in the dark.

A legend to be.

 

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