Princess, I am sitting here again in the eco farm, watching you in all your gear doing this and that military feat on Facebook.
It looks really amazing. I wish I could wield one of those machine-guns, and destroy my enemies, as well. A far cry, when what you can hear here is the singing of the nightingale, as the most loud.
Maybe soon, I will exchange the secluded refuge here in the farm for a stallion of excess, and ride to your side while I wield my glistening sword above my head.
Then I may actually get a glimpse of the princess through the haze of the wood.
G-d bless the will to find the princess where ever she is.
Categories: Metaphysics
