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Letters to a Princess - 07 August

My mind is filled with you. When I close my eyes you appear in front of me, with a half-smile and a twinkle in your eye. Milady, I long for time alone with you.

Meet me in the park at sunset? Pray, devise a way to lose your chaperone but for an hour or two? There is a secluded spot I know - it’ll be just the two of us, with miles of solitude around.

I’ll bring blankets, candles, some fruit. We’ll lie in the fading light, listening to the wind whispering in the trees. And when the sun sets and darkness descends, we can watch the stars for a while, and dream about our future.

What say you, Princess?

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I wake, it’s half past midnight - a deep longing ebbs in my soul. I crave your voice, your sultry tones, your velvety syllables that caress my ear. Sweet siren, won’t you tell me you love me? Lady of my heart, won’t you tell me you desire me? I need to hear the longing in your voice, the very depth of your feelings. It takes every fibre in my being to not reach out, to leave you in your peaceful slumber. I will wait for you, oh precious one. I will hear you, soon.

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Today’s stroll brought me to a clearing, covered in deep shade. A sound drew me off the path, into the shadows. I stumbled through the thicket, towards the sweet and mesmerising melody. My eyes took some time to adjust, since I had just been walking on a sun flooded path. At first, I thought my vision was deceiving me. I blinked, dumbstruck, unable to function. I stood, in awe, for an eternity. For you see, there, at the edges of the clearing, a little lily-covered pond. A light blanket of green algae covered the rippling waters. And the cause of the ripples? A beautiful little faerie, sat upon a beautiful little mossy throne (one of the aforementioned lilies), splashing her elegant legs in the still waters.

The melody erupting from her windpipe was so precious, it brought forth all my sweetest memories, a flood of nostalgia and childhood treasures. All at once: my fifth birthday party, receiving an actual sparkling, horned unicorn as per my wish; the first time I seriously hurt myself, a bicycle accident, the pain and despair overwhelming; the first time my heart was broken, by a childhood crush; the first time I kissed a girl, down by the river, crickets chirping, the air sweet with summer; the first time my parents told me they were proud of me, as introverted as I am. I was wholly enraptured, lost in my emotions, so much so that it brought tears to my eyes. There, in this minuscule pond, sat something so tiny, so precious, so wholly beautiful and pure. Singing its song of woe, heartache, happiness, melancholy, all mixed together. Bringing forth such deep emotion, from my personage. I cried until the sun set, long after the faerie had left, and then I cried some more.

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Walking through the woods, I am mesmerised. The moss hugging the tree trunks, a yellow-green carpet on the ground; white clouds of fluff scuttling overhead, zooming on towards an unknown destination; the soft sigh of a wind, flowing lazily through the tree tops. A bird chirps, I catch a glimpse of the plumed tail of a fox disappearing into nearby bushes, shy and reserved. The sun filters through the leaves, dappling the ground with alternating shadow and light. I breathe in, deep, my lungs filling with nature. Oh, how this makes my body glow, how it makes me feel alive and at peace.

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The longing for you is never ending. Like the waves crashing on the shore, it comes in spells - intermittent, but with a continual, perpetual force.

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Oh, beautiful one - how do I make you comprehend that as my love for you grows, my vision diminishes? You worry about competition, you compare yourself to others. In my mind, you are in an entire league of your own. One of a kind. One of ONE. You are at once, the most beautiful woman to exist, and the ONLY woman to exist, to me.

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There is nothing that can replace your presence. You are magic, scintillating, wondrous, exhilarating, soothing, comforting, warming, mesmerising - all at once. My head is full of you, of thoughts of you. Your smell, your touch, your love - they fill me to the brim.

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Oh, to caress your face under the moonlight. To run my hand over your cheek, stars in my eyes, lost in the wonder that is you. Let me kiss you, precious one, let me kiss you with the love pooled deep within me, your face alight with lunar glow

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They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

I say a hand written letter from someone you cherish, is worth a thousand text messages.

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Meet me in the meadow. Bring your favorite book, a blanket, and some sunglasses. Let’s lounge and read and watch the sky turn to gold.

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It’s a fine line between being a chivalrous knight saving a damsel in distress, and a loon with a lance on a donkey, charging at windmills

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Don’t mind me - I’ll just be losing myself in an old book store, surrounded by classy old friends, sniffing their pages and recalling the past adventures of my favorite characters

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Ah, to saunter through a hedgerow maze in a three piece suit, hat in hand, a light breeze caressing my face. My only worry being whether to have supper before, or after an afternoon nap (and a quiet read in my window seat with rain pattering on the frosted panes)

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the way I care for people makes me wish I had somebody like me in my life

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👆🏻(and extreme introvert me only has so much ENERGY energy, period)

“You only have so much emotional energy each day. Don’t fight battles that don’t matter.”

— Unknown

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31 July, 2024

I woke this morning, with a strong desire to saunter through the woods. The morning was still, not a sound caressed my ear drum. I looked around, nonplussed. The curtains drawn, my room fully veiled in black. What, pray, had woken me? I glanced around once more, not able to put two and two together. But then it hit me. It was a feeling, deep within my soul. It was as if an old friend had rung me up, and had impressed upon me a desire to spend much needed time together. I felt the call, the longing - and I knew I must answer.

Bracing myself against the cold, I quickly got dressed. One leg, two legs. One arm, two. On my way out of my room, I picked up un ami - my trusty knit cap. I had a feeling it would be needed. Making my way across the landing, I chanced a gaze outside through a slightly frosted window. I had to catch my breath. Lo and behold, yonder - thick mists embroiled & wrapped around the grey trunks of the tall wooden soldiers standing guard at the edge of the clearing. Their branches wholly still, outstretched, enveloped in thick fog. My, what a majestic and magical sight it was!

I skipped down the stairs, ran to the coat rack, threw on my wintery coat, my wintery boots - I was out the door.

The grass was lightly frosted, crunching amicably underfoot. I took in a deep breath and soon felt the long fingers of winter reaching through my nostrils, down my throat, and into my very lungs. It's grip was strong, but not wholly smarting. A few tears formed at the edges of my sight, a side-effect of this wintry weather.

I made my way down an icy path 'tween the trees, a quiet hush lay over the woods. Winter had cast it's frosty magic - not a tweet, not a hoot, not a single patter of paws - all sat (or slept) in silence, wholly under it's spell. The Ice King ruled supreme with a permafrost hand - the flora and fauna knew it. Every being, plant, and forest sprite, lay in waiting, submitting to the potency and might of that glazed ruler.

I walked in reverence, aye, but tried not to let it weaken my step. Strong and courageous I strutted, under the bent arms of the Ice King's soldiers. Green moss flecked with brown peeped out occasionally from under the foliage, and I found my gaze casting about for the sight of chanterelles and other burgeoning shrooms. The air was thick with the living world, crisp and strong and filled with sweet and melancholic aromas. Ah, to feel young again - each breath rejuvenating, restoring, and revitalizing one's countenance.

It was as if the very Fountain of Youth was sprinkled into the mists - little drops cast about by swirling vapours, entering the lungs, the pores, one's very being. Mating with one's skin, cells, core.

As I walked further further into the bosom of these dense woods, I felt myself coming closer and closer to the truth. Each step an increase in veracity, rightness - as if the world was becoming more and more real and authentic, the further I ambled along. The very heart of truth beats deep within those woodlands, and I consider myself a lucky fellow indeed, to get to venture so close to something so ethereal. I almost feel it coursing through my veins, each step a beat of the heart. Pumping me full of candor, revelation, viability.

I get lost among the tree trunks, I really do. Not directionally, no. But spiritually, mentally, emotionally. I lose myself to the majesty of nature, of the beauty that surrounds me. Of the peace that comes with distancing oneself from other human beings.

It's a simple thing, really, a walk in the woods. But there's nothing simple about the profound impact and change it has upon one's thoughts, feelings, and general mind set.

There is beauty in the little things. If only you'd take the time to see.

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Lost in a time loop

sorry for not replying.. im losing sense of time & every day just repeats itself..