Letter to my Bunny.
You must be tired.
I am already planning my departure.
I will soon be there with you.
Your cousin has returned from France.
Her protector is here with me.
You must tell Jezebel, that we wish you to be our Queen.
And we may resolve our destinies.
So you must have no trouble securing a husband.
There is plenty of honeyed fish in the ocean.
Would you rather lose your crown?
Lord Layser is preparing your coming.
Just be wary of these men.
Their love is not the same as their respect.
If I am noble enough for a queen,
I am noble enough for another.
But you are the best.
You are my world, my lady.
Nobody will ever compare to you.
We must discuss succession, before marriage.
Not the other way round.
Let our nations cherish each other, as we would.
Three kingdoms, united.
After the war, I will be coming to take you.
And we can elope to the moonlight.
I am yours, forever, yours.
I am glad you are done with the combat on your end.
We both have nobles who would have us defrosted.
Never be married on a sequence.
You must forbid this marriage.
You’ll be my queen?
And I your king?
And your master?
It’s enough that the lords are treating you like you’re not a girl.
You chose to be a man.
Because marriage is dangerous.
It only satisfies the insatiable ambition of men.
This world is a brutal place.
You women must be wiser.
The arrangement shall be mine alone.
The soldiers are matching in the palace.
The weather itself is enough to tell you how tensed it feels.
Lord Zekiel has already made the announcement.
And the war begins.
I’m glad you are not here.
I know you hate chaos and violence.
But I’m sure we shall win.
I will bring you here when it is all calm.
Betrayal is still too much here.
Innocent people are dying.
My lady, I must beg to leave.
I do not feel well.
I cannot wait to passionately kiss you.
Remember the tree we always sat beneath?
The solders carried out their vitals.
It is now a statue of you.
My dearest love,
My little bunny,
I am told there is no joy.
But only with suffering do we know joy.
As I might share with your happiness.
It is only right if your heir succeed you.
That you marry,
And bear a child of your own.
You must lead by example.
Priest: Diana, can you stand up and give us your speech.
Me: Ooh, yes, yes, I was to deliver a speech.
Me: Uuum, so-oo, so fish have one thing in common with us, their mouths. They never shut them.
Me: Uuum, so, let us love ourselves. Because you can’t love others if you don’t love yourself, can you? Anyone agree with me?
Me: Huum, no one? Okay.
Priest: Thank you Diana. You can have a sit. “Horrible, very horrible”
He whispered as I walked out of the platform.
My weird best friend: “Omg that was the best burial speech ever”.
Oh the sunny days. Where I would just be foolish and even if the world never understood me, my best friend did, and was sarcastic like me.
What is life without sarcasm and humor?
“When a humble bird.
Graced a ride along.
With Geralt of Rivia.
Along came this, song.
For when the white wolf fought.
A silver-tongued devil.
His army of elves
At his hooves did they travel”?
“They came after me,
With masterful deceit,
Broke down my lute,
And they kicked in my teeth,
While the devil’s horns,
Minced down our tender meat,
And so cried the Witcher,
He can’t be bleat”
“Toss a coin to your Witcher,
Oh valley of plenty,
Oh valley of plenty,
At the edge of the world,
Fight the mighty horn,
That bashes and breaks you.
And brings you to mourn.
Toss a coin to your Witcher,
He’s a friend of humanity.
So give him a rest”.
That’s my epic tale.
Our champion prevailed.
He defeated the villain.
Now pour him some ale”.
This song always melts me.
Better move fast, they said.
As I scribbled on my keyboard.
Finding the will to keep writing.
The weed isn’t weeding,
And the keyboard isn’t working
“I’ve lost my esteem.
After Corona, we goanna hit something, hard!”
I could see it in her face.
I once swam in that sea.
And I can tell it isn’t good at all.
Car jackers, thieves, and murderers are paid to commit their marvelous jobs.
But we forget the noble workers,
Who toil everyday doing legal duties.
But never appreciated for their efforts.
Instead, they are used even more, gas lighted, paid inconsistently.
The world is just as it is.
No matter how good you are, people will not treat you as kindly as you treat them.
“You are free,
You are flexible,
You are wild,
You are not programmed to suit everyone’s needs.
This is real life, niggas think we playing chess.
And it is much harder to see the bullshit in their eyes and ignore it”.
I whispered to her, as her usual black caffeine powered over her murky glass.
I just love her.
She does not see what everyone else is seeing, her worth.
Perhaps she underestimates herself.
But she is young.
She has experienced too much for such a young lady.
She wants me to see how bad the world really is.
But every strong powerful woman grows through that.
It’s just that nobody ever told her.
Instead, they mocked, laughed, gossiped, ignored, rejected, abandoned and spread lies about her.
She looks tired,
But the journey ahead cannot give her chance to rest.
She laid on my laps and cried,
That the burden would be released from her.
I can see through her.
She has the most beautiful heart,
Yet the most heartless human on earth.
How much do I tell her?
It is said that everything is connected to everything.
The butterfly effect.
So here it comes,
Raphael says he wants to relieve me of the heavy lifting.
It’s one thing to let in Raphael in as a back-up,
But it’s another thing when I have to share all the reigns with him.
I think their hormones have been ganging up on me this whole year.
“Enjoy the moment.
Do not compare your path with that of others.
Do not be held down by societal norms.
Try to say “NO” more often.
Choose who to share your energy with, if you know your energy is addictive.
Because addiction causes harm.
Always apologize when you are wrong”
Am I really a good friend?
Mary thinks so. Raphael? Julian?
I don’t know. I don’t have much experience in that area.
Maybe with some little practice?
Newton, do you wanna be my friend?
Raphael says a good friend does a bad thing.
I agree. I’m about to make it happen.
All the people I’ve lost always beg for mercy.
But I do not understand why.
This, this is mercy.
Mary was so happy,
Her red cheeks started protruding,
She knew she had someone she could rely on,
Because power attracts power,
And I was the only one who could understood her.
I have walked through the darkest streets in my life,
And known the all everlasting darkness.
I have sang the rythmnless songs,
And danced the drum less beats.
I too, have watched the stars.
I too, have waited for him to come.
I too, have watched love pass me by.
Sitting all alone, the moon frowns on my plight.
Where can I be?
Whither shall I run?
Where can I go?
Whom shall I trust?
Go easy, detective.
I’ve never been great with conflict resolution.
Not without a great reason to fight.
They all want my energy.
I agree, the teaser was plus one last night.
Minus Raphael and Mary, all the others are vampires.
The butterfly effect again.
Of course it’s an art sensation if you have to be the butterfly.
Is this the beginning of a new life?
Is this the end of life?
It’s okay, I’m better on my own.