Jane Fonda in Barbarella (1968)
SEASONS
summer has just begun in my world. the ruins of years past are exposed as the white flakes of winter begin to thaw and drain. the pointy spires of castles i once created now line the horizon. they are dwellings i thought would comfort, creations i imagined to soothe. but they are not the kingdom i wish to live in now, they are the past furnishings of a life that revolved around turmoil. but i cannot tear them down, i can only move forward and look back if i must. this need to revolve my head and change my gaze comes in the excuse that these castles are inhabited by tenants still in my life. it is my duty to make sure their trek is without difficulty, it is my duty to guide them around the booby trapped past i have created.
the thawing snows have created mud. i sink and trudge losing blood. enemies they are not, just friends with weary faces. for it is not only me who must walk through these places. i apologize and keep true to the word of some; i will create better kingdoms in the years to come.
let the nearest star shine on me and on you always.
