Things are getting worse. Not in any terribly dramatic way, but I can feel it happening. I think the butterflies in my stomach have laid eggs- and that during the past couple of months, when I've been slightly more relaxed, they have been cocooned. I'm pretty sure what I felt two days ago was a mass breakout.
Great timing too, it has to be said. Now I can be horribly unsettled when I return to work. Grrr...
A knight sits on the ground, polishing his armour ready for the next round of life. So far it has not defeated him, just pounded him into the ground with excruciating force. The only battle he's won outright in a long time is now just a by-gone victory, I would think he barely remembers what it felt like... He picks himself up, plants his feet a couple of paces apart, and unsheaths his sword...
He is brave in his own way. He had never presented me with the head of any fabled monster, but in reality, what he faces is far more daunting. I wish I understood what it meant to be a warrior of the realm. Shut in my tower, he was the only glimpse of such a world that I'd ever been exposed to.
I hope next time the butterflies decide to shake me up, he is there to see it... I would stop one in the air, and pin it to his heart, that he should wear it until they leave me...
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