Dear Diary,
It's hard to understand why the wealthy wish to be me
or rather to be in my position, to be in the lap of luxury
... to be with no power and constant fear of eventual power.
I'm ungrateful to my fate. I long to be cursed.
I wish to be safely discarded. My only thought of my fairy tale
is that I wish the princess had become the frog. He stares at me
longingly wishing to be changed. I will always refuse him.
With me he can live happily, having all the same luxury as a Prince
and never having the responsibilities of one.
Or eventually a Kings responsibility...
Does he hate to be my constant companion?
He should realize his true curse is to never be free of my grip.
I will always have him happily forever after. I will force him to
never be the boy who finally finds the greatest fear.
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