Her conscience follows him in the streets, flagstones shake under your feet.
Too articulate to bother noticing me.
The wind picks up, carrying leaves and small twigs.
I grab at one.
Trying to steer you clear from harm.
White flowers only budding.
Don't bloom too soon.
The frost still has a chance of getting to you.
This is the fault of whoever let you out.
Keeping company with dehydrated, narrowed eyed girls.
Selfish, aren't we?
We are not here for the right reason.
We're here for them.
Why did it take so long?
Was there a queue in the post office?
Always resurfacing, I hope that it will one day be forgotten.
That One Should Avoid Being Despised And Hated:
"I consider that a prince ought to reckon conspiracies of little account when his people hold him in esteem; but when it is hostile to him, and bears hatred towards him, he ought to fear everything and everybody. And well-ordered states and wise princes have taken every care not to drive the nobles to desperation, and to keep the people satisfied and contented, for this is one of the most important objects a prince can have."
" I say that whoever will consider it will acknowledge that either hatred or contempt has been fatal to the above-named emperors, and it will be recognized also how it happened that, a number of them acting in one way and a number in another, only one in each way came to a happy end and the rest to unhappy ones." -Nicolo Machiavelli (The Prince)
I may require some suggestions for my reading list.
Lately I have been caught up reading Huxley, and okay, I can admit this...Vogue and Vanity Fair. The VF playground articles are my favorire (they are society pages.) This shouldn't come as a shock to people who know me. I have been set on getting married to Albert 12th Prince Von Thurn Und Taxis for a good four years.... http://www.thurnundtaxis.de/
Word of advice:
Do not under any circumstances read Capote's Other Voices, Other Rooms while listening to Wagner's Death of Isolde, you will cry. There is the possibilty that I was just overly emotional. Gee, I wonder why.
I've been writing more frequently on this because I lost my flashdrive and I don't have the will to spend money on a new fancy notebook, (I am very particular). Excuses.
Donations? You know you want to get rid of me... ; )