Your ignorance astounds me. Don’t you know that for me to love you was to have the world at your feet? To be made a king, for I am as a queen? But you lacked clarity. You could only look at me, you could not truly see me for all the woman I am. Your vision was too blinded by the superficiality of the world. You were woefully unaware of the strength of my affection for you. An affection that would have supported you through any challenges life has to offer. It would have been your greatest ally. Your steadfast confidante. Your shield from torrential rains, and your foundation when you shine. It is a shame what a lack of true vision can bring; because now… now, you will have to settle for being a pauper, when you could have been as a king. Because in the end, you could only look, but not see. — The catharsis continues. The first draft of this was written 5 years ago. Stumbled across it recently, so I thought I would clean it up and share. The best …
The mask has been removed, all the actors have played their roles well, and all that’s left of what you thought was real are the pieces of a show you never knew you had a leading role in.
Maybe, it both plagued her and inspired her to say it.
Maybe was both the bane of her existence and her reason for living.
‘He lifted the feather from the desk and held it up eyeing it carefully, as if he had noticed it for the first time… A small weak smile crossed his face, “She loved birds,” he seemed to whisper more to himself than the others.