Y se dice que la princesa descendió al reino de su padre y que ahí reinó con justicia y bondad por muchos siglos. Que fue amada por sus súbditos y que dejó detrás de sí pequeñas huellas de su paso por el mundo visibles solo para aquél que sepa dónde mirar.
She lived thinking of herself,
concentrated on always doing her best and making herself happy, caring for
those around her. However this changes…..the routine of knowing herself entirely
changed, she no longer is interested in “I” her path is now being navigated by
what her heart dictates she told herself “where is my galaxy, I don’t function
like before?” “I have lost my stars” she said. She has fallen in love with “US”
he who unknowingly has stolen her “I”. Her day’s past filled with anxiety, she
now feels him everywhere he is present at all times its driving her crazy and
making her uneasy. She feels as if
something is missing, she wakes up in the morning sits in her bed waiting for
the feeling to arrive but it doesn’t, she’s not exactly sure how it must feel
the only thing she’s sure of is the absence of the abstract missing in her
artsy world. Her mirror reflects the following; her golden glowing skin as the sun goes down
in spring, her hair an auburn brown as the stars punch-in, her eyes are slaves
to her immense imagination she erases your world and serves you dishes of
dreams sprinkled with love and hope. She has dark corners filled of paranoiac
futuristic endeavors, quest that few wish to take. Her presence has stolen a
smile, gave you electric shocks pulsing everywhere she knows this yet her mind
has entered an ongoing roller-coaster. She walks into her mossy garden having millions
of thoughts in her head she observes her reflection in a river and suddenly
remembers “I” she tells herself “Bury this feeling not so deep so in a time of
need it could blossom once again” Her optimism granted her multiple names, one
of them “Beauty’ and so beauty came to be, and I her friend.
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