2011 hasn't been the best of years, will a clutter of yesterday's pain imported to today, I have to admit, living everyday is a total, complete, burden. And new problems never fail to sprout, second after second, and seem just seem to immediately dissipate. Of course, some are forever rooted, like the impenetrable foundations of solidity.
But unlike solidity, I am no where near impenetrable. My heart has been bruised, voluntarily in ironic sense, and it just fails to ever fight back. Like a tired Viking, it has lost all sense of its barbarian spirit, only seeking for eternal rest, eternal peace, and true justice. It is nestled like a fragile baby, in the palms between my lungs, beneath the chest that I beat and whack, when my inner insanity just seems to engulf me. However it still tells me to stay strong while my mind is falling, faster, and faster.
And then when it can't fight Temptation, I fall into Temptation's trap. I fall into Love, Hurt and subsequently Pain is able to overthrow all troops, final hopes, and barge into my fortress. A fortress I, a King, has dwelled in, pacing back and forth in my mind, only staring into oblivion, thinking of what ifs, and what will. My fingers, delicately trace the silk on my cape, the gems warmed and stuck onto my crown, and finally I drum my stubby fingers on my throne, soon to be overthrown.
Yet, it is all too ironic how I take ages to rebuild this fortress, and those who wish to politely enter my forbidden kingdom are denied access. My warriors are wounded, and we are thus unable to fight any ambushes. My kingdom fears the repeat of a War from the kings of Love, and the thieves of Inferiority.
Then there I am once again, contemplating, drumming my fingers, pacing back and forth, staring into oblivion, sometimes my kingdom recuperates from their fallen battles, their diminished victory and their loss of pride. The King calls the Town to the Town Square, where he announces new troops to be sent for warrior training, for the new battle that would begin.
Then there will be the dragon that terrorizes every kingdom - the one that tears down timely built fortresses, spits embers into the forsaken homes of families, and tramples on wooden carts boasting of goods from foreign lands, of merchants. My troops fear this dragon, for he is of great threat. As a King, I am unable to sleep. And there - I lay awake, hearing cries of villagers, forlorn over the innocent deaths of burnt victims.
From somewhere, sprouts a hero. He slays the dragon and saves the kingdom of mine. And he remains the kingdom's well-known hero, leading frontline troops across battlefields, teaching archers to shoot from miles away, training warriors to plunge knives and slay enemies like they were mere poultry, and he would save this (lol, strangely female King) from terror, and this kingdom would be so secure that forts would be demolished, for this Kingdom has found a new hero.
The Kingdom of Hearts found Hope.