Victory

I did it! For now, the beast is conquered, and left to lick its wounds in its cave. Perhaps it's time to find a different village. This dragon has had a taste of my blood, and wants more.

new dragon

Every now and then, a dragon wanders into my village, wreaks havoc, burns it to ashes, tramples over the innocent, and retreats to its cave when its belly is full. Closing armor around my body, shielded, with a careful point before me, I am in this fire again. Its strength is enormous, its presence violently apparent, and I am tiny beneath it, charging forward. Praying it doesn't knock me down. Praying it will go away for good. Praying we can rebuild and live in peace.

nothing special

Someone recently asked me if I am a romantic person. "Hell NO!" I replied. That was simply a reaction from my walls. I have built so many walls around this soft little tiny person, and I've stationed guards there with a set of scripted answers for such questions. It's like that weird little munchkin man at the door of the Emerald City. However, I have always believed in romance. I love romance. I sigh when I see couples appreciating each other in public. I have finally set out to apply my will and strength to being celibate until I find someone who is actually worthy of my affections. Now I have more tools, more strength, and the willingness and ability to just simply walk away from distractions, for my own good. I long for romance. But I long to be whole. So until someone is willing to be special, I am going at it alone. I'd rather keep believing in love and romance, than to chop up my soul in tiny pieces and distribute it like hors de ouvres at a party.