a princess story

Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess. She lived a wondering life in an old town house and had a magical red skirt. She wandered around the house and wandered in her mind dreaming a little dream…

… The house of the princess was very empty most of the times because the king and the queen had to work a lot to give the princess everything. Sadly it were not the pretty little things she wanted nor the big golden stuff. She wished for the king and queen to be around more often. When she looked out the window from time to time, she remembered the early days, when they were around and they chased through the house together and laughed…

But the truth was, that she was too much of a princess, to feel sad about her loneliness. She could remember the good times and feel them, she had faith, that things would be wonderful one day. It was part of her destiny. Being in her house all alone wandering her mind, she spent a lot of time with her passion…

It felt so light being alone when she was dancing. She enjoyed herself very much. While going after her passion, she could feel her body sparkle and her heart float. The worlds weight was lifted. Moment for moment.

But as everytime when the princess danced and lifted her own world parts of her soul fold like a cloth of silk in the wind. Because like every cloth the soul needed something to gently wrap around to keep up flying. But the princess missed that little something, so she fold on the ground.

On the ground like this, looking up to the world, she realised that it was the world she wanted to wrap herself around. She wanted to dance in the green grass and be in the fresh air outside. She had a sense for exploration that was unfulfilled by being in her home all the time. It was then, when her magical skirt began to glow a little more. Because the magical skirt did not just do anything she wanted, it only worked with the true things and wishes that came deep from her heart. And so the magic began…

She could feel the soft and wet touch of the grass in her hands. She could bury her toes in the ground beneath her feet. She could smell the fresh air, so sweet and a little salty. Her chest opened up and she felt refreshed after her magical skirt had put his magic to work. She found herself in the freedom of nature. Shook her hair and knew that her heart carried the truth inside. From that moment on the princess leaned onto that. From that moment on, she was a queen. THE END.

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