Castles

we are all kings and queens of a fantasy world.

our dragons of amber, prisimine, cascade around our castles that pipe hope.

yes, as queens and kings often do, sometimes the weight of this weightily world feels as if all of life's possibilities, situations, scenarios, tales have spiralled down to settle onto each of our proud shoulders.

and yes, even as kings and queens we maintain a facade of control, we are still smiling and we of course are still incredibly strong.

but did you know, even in this fantasy world- kings and queens cry. their thrones become bare as they disrobe their royal reds, and lush hues of blue. these golden pieces that are perched ontop of their fashioned hair are dismantled. it is there, bare and beautiful, that like an onion, layer by layer, they peel away at thick emotions, feelings of passion, of worry, of concern, of tears.

even as kings and queens we can feel burden, we can feel humanly heavy- weighted with life.

and know that as kings and queens we can feel belonging, powerful, free and fun.

kings and queens let their heart flutter in excitement at the thought of seeing their loved one that they just left thirty seconds ago. even kings and queens' fingertips and toes go numb with the smell of freshly baked cinnamon buns on christmas morning homemade in a cabin with a roaring fire as children stir and stumble out of bed.

kings and queens imagine the impossible and make it possible. it starts with a thought, a fantasy, it takes a dragon- maybe two- a castle- perhaps of rundle stone, maybe you'd prefer a log castle..- and of course it takes that pipe, even if its the faintest, dimmest pipe, its definitely there- that pipe of hope.