Essay About Night And Own Castle

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It has been years since I wrote anything at all, although people do see me
writing odd pieces of music. But this time I am writing about my past, the past
that seems so far away and forgotten. I know that this account is hardly going
to interest anyone, but I do need to share my feelings with someone, or in this
case, with something. People see me as a berserk creature talking garrulously
of her past that probably never existed. And that is the belief of ignorance.
They pity me, speak sympathetically and listen to me the gibbering about my past
and my feelings. But do they really want to know about my feelings? No they
dont, but if they did I would never tell them.
Night after night, I sit ruminating about my long-forgotten past. And flashes
of it just appear out of nowhere. A young cheerful, little girl with red hair,
playing in an overgrown garden with her friends and looming against the sky was
her very own castle. It wasnt much but at least it was hers. So innocent she
looked, having no clue of what her future might hold. She lived happily with
her parents and playing with her headless dolls, while occasionally listening
admiringly to her mother playing her tiara. How she longed to play just like
her mother. And she slowly learned to play it. She had dreams all right, not
about the tiara, but completely different from it. Dreams just like a girl of
her own age would have. Dreams of her Prince Charming sweeping her off her feet
and taking her away to Paradiseto the land of eternal happiness and live
happily ever after.
After years of patiently waiting, he finally entered her life. And a Prince
Charming he was- with dark