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Storm of Feelings - Memories
With big effort I managed to suppress a loud yawn. Since my rude awakening I was listening to the filthy democracy speeches between Luna and some senators. As usual I was wearing the Royal Canterlot Armor, which represented my status and confirmed that I was on Royal Duty together with the Princess. Even though it was a wonderful piece of craftsmanship, I deeply despite to wear it. But because of the fact that I was representing Equestria I had to do it.
The armor would not find any kind of use in open combat, because its true purpose was only to look good, at least it was my opinion. The entire remarkable item reminded me of a saddle but instead of comfortable cloth or leather, the wearer received rather heavy plates. The biggest issue, that was deeply bothering me, was the incapability of scratching the places that started to itch under the armor. And don't even make me start to complain about the sounds while I move
Right now we were in an audience chamber, where we have been
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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