who's going to save you now that i'm dead?

Today. Today. Today. Today I feel like writing, unfortunately that feeling is not skipping merrily hand-in-hand with something to say.
I'm coming up against a lot of obstacles, not just in my writing which is all but dead.
I feel like a heroic prince; yielding my sword to bravely cut back the terrifying and encroaching poisoned vine that threatens to choke the fragile neck of my princess. Only I can't cut fast enough, and my sword is too heavy and the vines are creeping around my ankles. I can't move, I'm stuck, my sword has fallen to my side, I'm covered in vines, I can't see my princess, she's disappeared too.
Who's going to save me? If I'm the one who does the saving?
Why am I the prince?
Why can't I be the princess?





Dear Independence,

i love you
I've never had this feeling before, this feeling of being alone and liking it. Independence, you're unlike any lover I've ever had before. You bring out strengths in me I never bothered looking for. When I'm with you I feel like I don't need you... though I must admit it's nice to know you're there watching out for me, someone needs to, since I am totally and utterly hopeless.
I like how we can have such space from each other and not need all that reassurance, not feel that ridiculous jealousy. It's just so nice to be comfortable, with no worries.
Although all this time on my own does make me feel like it's only a matter of time before I fall down a rabbit hole, and as much as I wish I was I'm no Alice, when I fall down that hole I'm not sure I'm going to like what I find.

Don't,
(L)