I dream of a life grander than this.. With swords, crowns, and an a kiss shared with the enemy..
I dream of castles, of magic, of romance, of nature, of things far beyond my reach and I envy…
I envy the characters in fairy tales, the ones spun in an author’s mind
I envy the princess who gets luxury, I envy the wolf, who has nature and freedom, I envy the Queen of a doomed town, for they all have something to fight for.
yet what do i have, but electronics..What is material without freedom? For I am a bird, caged in a never ending depression.

– je vais bien, Melinoe