XXLove letters

 

 

 

When you couldn’t sleep I told you stories,

 

Godmother doesn’t answer,

Before the Queen’s very eyes the fairy shrinks,

Centuries run faster,

Godmother disappears,

The page boy returns to dust,

Before everything falls apart,

 

Not everything has fallen apart,

In the place where they have just existed,

There is a glass slipper and another chance,

Another song to sing,

Another luck to tame,

Another trip and you are a tripper,

 

Cinderella hastily leaves,

Not paying attention to the glass slipper,

She isn’t interested in another chance,

Calling her name screams come from the palace,

She runs away from her sorrow,
Sorrow is a pain root,

Every day it grows deeper,

 

Five minutes later a sloppily dressed girl goes on stage,

She picks up the glass slipper,

The curtain rises and falls and rises again,

It’s a dirty job to make big dreams come true,

But somebody has to do it,

Illusion is a happiness root,

Every night it grows deeper,

 

When you couldn’t sleep I told you stories,

I read insomnia’s mind,

Cinderella remained the same,

The Prince was forever charming,

But eternity needs repetition,

 In my fairy tales life hated repeating itself,

 

I can’t decide what repetition brings,

Endless hope or endless sorrow,

And ragged clothes covered in soot,

But eternity needs it,

You said ‘It can’t be a fairy tale,

It is a sad story but I believe it,

Because it’s shrewd’.

 

‘It’s a tale for eighteen plus,

I wouldn’t love reading it,

If I was very little,

I don’t feel sorry for Cinderella and the charming Prince,

It’s bad ideals are lost,

In any case I would pick up the glass slipper’,

 

Everyone thinks ‘In my life everything will differ’,

It’s the most common hallucination,

It’s a paradox challenging common sense,

In eternity I see roaming ghosts of hope,

There is a solution to every problem,

If I were Queen Cinderella,

I’d find an old ragged dress and run away from the suffocating me place.