I became the creator of this chaos.
Chaos that you only wish you could understand.
You see insane, I see integrity.
You see problematic, I see potential.
When the beginning became smudged, I can only remember as
far back as my mind allows me.
There was a villain, and a heroin. I fell somewhere in between.
The queen who gets knocked off her thrown, does she become a clown rather than the princess?
For her power may still be intact, yet everyone is laughing at her.
I raise my glass to those who know how to drink down this life's events with no hesitation & a silent, thirsty fearfulness.
A toast to the villain, a toast to the Queen. A toast to the kind who would not exist with out the mean.