Wednesday, April 20, 2011
The Sameness of Days
The sameness of days began to take their toll on the princess. Always there were the same people, the same rituals. Despair began to infest her mirror. She was so lonely that she would have welcomed a volcano. But nothing erupted, no skypigs landed, it was only the same, the same, and more of the same until she wondered what she would have to do to get someone to lift the sky from over her head and let her sing. Perhaps she was the only one who could do it.