Dear Diary
Long due, indeed, this entry of mine.
I know not what to update... September is due to be a month of hard work - I have four months, no, I think less, to achieve what I need to. The usual afternoon high teas and reading-in-cafes sessions need to make way of laborious days chatting with strangers.
The question of being bestowed with a title is yet to be known for certain.
Lately, the tale of Mary Queen of Scots has been keeping me company on long journeys and late nights.
Enthralled by the tale of Anne Boleyn, I have gone on to read more about the other queens.
The tale of Mary Queen of Scots has me hooked to the bait like a greedy, hungry fish. I cannot help but find myself being irresistibly drawn by the grandeur of lives in court, by the honour of lords and knights, by the simple lives of nothing but lute lullabies, horse-riding and thirty-two dinners. The beauty of the unity of a single faith, of languages uttered in poetic forms, and preservation of cultures.
Most of all, I love the beautiful queen's free spirits, seductive sensuality, and the courage to fight for what she believed in. It is not hard to feel for her - the fears and joys and sorrows throughout the period she was imprisoned and abused. One always prayed for freedom and sanction for her.
Many a time, it makes me yearn to be cast back in time, in a life of such - devoid of the odd, complex world I am in. It has moved too fast-paced, ahead of me, i feel like a bookmark getting stuck on an unturned page.
The grass always seems greener on the other side. Whose tale shall I lose myself in, now?
And escapism through words or songs, is truly beauteous, meaningful and blissful. It is unlike losing oneself in binges or alcoholic mellowness; losing myself in words and songs has the true effects of transporting me to worlds beyond my knowledge or imagination.
Its almost like nirvana - doses of LSD with more engagement.
You wont understand my stigma. None could.
and now, I leave you in the cold hands of the night, lost in the wispy trails of smoky dreams..... kisses
