How I imagined my life
There I was. Like a princess trapped in the slums of her own imagination; a baby wrapped in silks and diamonds, breathing the contaminated air of deep, deep sadness and tragedy.
I was the child of misery, still so devoted to my own stardom. And like a fire burning inside of me, the fury in my eyes wanted more. The desire in my heart wanted to climb higher.
So I prayed, I prayed that one day the slums would turn into gold with a Midas’ touch.
And I would be the Queen of the imaginary place that I created,
and destroyed.
There I was. Like a princess trapped in the slums of her own imagination; a baby wrapped in silks and diamonds, breathing the contaminated air of deep, deep sadness and tragedy.
I was the child of misery, still so devoted to my own stardom. And like a fire burning inside of me, the fury in my eyes wanted more. The desire in my heart wanted to climb higher.
So I prayed, I prayed that one day the slums would turn into gold with a Midas’ touch.
And I would be the Queen of the imaginary place that I created,
and destroyed.
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