So quiet, eh ... ?
I have been thinking.
I have been reading.
Writing a story in a journal with a real pencil in my real handwriting.
About Jenny who's a waitress in a diner obsessed with a mysterious stranger.
I've been learning about Korean mythology.
And vintage nurse uniforms.
And off and on about how to be a lady. ^__^
My styrofoam garden in the backyard is increasing. I haven't had chance to even tell you about that.
We will catch up ...
I dreamed in darkness, cold and alone. Phantasms shifted around me, frightening me, but I was powerless to escape them or even move, as I was sealed in a casket. I thought of the Queen, my Stepmother, and tears dripped from my eyes as I considered the quasi-poignant moments we had once shared, when we might have been considered to be close, when the Queen had nearly been a mother to me, and the face of love had shone radiantly upon me, before eclipsed again by the storms of Venus. I thought of the huntsman, stung to consider that my only friend had been poised to betray me, to kill me, and again in my mind I felt the horror of his shadow, of waiting while he came behind me, knowing there was no escape for me from a death he would inflict. My heart lifted as images of the Prince entered my mind, his grace atop a white-maned horse, always out of my reach, just beyond the words I longed to speak. If only there had been more time for us to fall in love. He might have saved me from those...