Miserable

Last night, I felt like a princess, caged in the top block of the isolated tower of a beautiful palace – my blanket. Crying and fighting for freedom from everything I could possibly think of – the people, the place and the emotions. I don’t have hair long and straight, cheeks red and plump nor eyes carrying the hope of love at first sight. Not all tales have fairies and not all endings are happy. Sometimes, it is miserable everywhere. It is okay to be lost.