this is.. my home, my reign, my oath. everything, i have been blessed with.
i can let it go, and i can not even imagine i would possibly will. one day. ever.
but sometimes i so do think about how it is, basking in my solitude again?
ravish. beautiful. exposed to the eternal coldnes of our damned twisted hearts.
i know, i could have been living another life. the one, i have been always good at.
i am not (however yet?) good at being a queen even though i am promised to be taught.
i am not good either at holding myself together outside of my neverending chaos too.

i want to believe with all my heart, the chosen paths are always worth it.
no matter, how sometimes hard times it gives you to admit the simplest.

another stairs, another strength. no more, downcasts. including yourself.

go. control.