rapunzel

i'm not sure... you know? sure? it's being finite, being confident, it's knowing. i do not know. i think, quickly and deeply and am comsumed therein. imprisonment? am i trapped? if so, who holds the key? and how long is this sentence that i am serving going to last? solitary confinement. trapped in my own head i see through the window of my eyes the smiles and frowns of those on the outside. i feel their joys and pains. does anyone see me in here? can anyone feel what i feel?

it's like the popular fairytale. she spent her life in the tower, gaurded by the witch. she could see her prince from her window. she watched and understood him and he, from the ground level came to know and understand. but she was locked away, trapped. i wonder if she would have ever gained freedom if she never had the courage it took to risk all and let down her hair. would she have found the courage were it not for the prince's understanding?

is there no one who through understanding can encourage me to let my hair down? who is my prince? though usually a tale of love, i see more. anyone can be the prince. the focus isn't love, it's life. can anyone climb into my tower and help me break free? how then, do i escape? ...if escaping is even what i want... or is it that i hold the key to my own locked cage? am i the heroine of my own fairytale? i am the princess, the witch, and the tower... and yes, i too am the prince.