From a moments notice to hours upon passing hours the light trickling in the small basement windows, stuffed with backpacks and pillows to hide ourselves from the outside world of uncertainty.
The churning in my stomach, the awful, nauseous spinning is of my own wrong doings- a bottle of Chianti and 7 slept hours later. I am in ruins.
Aching all morning while you lie silently beside, I can't help but think about all the torture your beautiful mind was forced to withstand. I too, would hide even the most pressing thoughts deep inside.
I cannot even fathom, (I hope you realize) I'm still yet a princess, sitting in another castle in the sky.