Right now it seems more than ever I am being tested. My demons of my past are surfacing. My demons from the present are merging. I am slaying dragons and am… still in the tower. I am not the damsel in distress. I’m fighting my way out.
On the horizon stands the most worthwhile prince this princess has ever encountered. She fights not for the prince, but for herself. She is the only one who can conquer them. Weather the light at the end of the tunnel is joined by him, no one can be sure. This is the real world and not a fairytale. But wouldn’t it be grand if it ended up that way?
Last week, I entered a time machine. It was a time I had nearly forgotten. I reminisced down memory lane. I strolled down the beach to gather myself once again. This mermaid…
I contemplated life in the silence. It used to bother me so. It used to make my skin crawl.
There is far more music in the sound of nothingness than in anything else at all. It is truly amazing.
And while its easy to find my way home to you… it’s not always easy to get there. Sometimes I forget the way. Sometimes I forget the days. Sometimes, it seems that it’s easier to forget and walk away from those things that dare be unleashed once again. It’s easier to pretend. It’s easier…
But they’re still there when you turn around.
Home is the embodiment of the dance of emotion.
Of rise and shine to fall and shadow.
Demons within. Demons around. I am no longer afraid of you.