marie rose.
i'm a runaway love child.
my father is a hippie that gets high and listens to jimi hendrix.
my mother is a bohemiem princess.
she was locked away in castle for her forbidden beauty.
her prince--a vilian.
so good and evil runs through my veins.
in an everlasting battle.
my alter ego is everything i lack.
every true princess is locked in her own castle or cast under a sleeping spell.
awaken from your self induced slumbers.
remove the sleep from your eyes.
acknowledge the new light.
the day is not for dreaming but for living.
i refuse to suffer from a narcotizing dysfunction,
lulling myself into passivity.
i won't play the victim.
that part has been cast for the weak.
no longer hiding away in my mental treehouse
[never built]
it's time to wake up.
call roll.
be present.
take responsibility.
no longer a helpless princess.
i'll fight my own dragons.
f.o.l.l.o.w. my lead & take your own path.
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