Maybe his intentions weren’t pure- he was lurking for too long and plotting his heroic manifesto on saving lonely women. But you’re not lonely and you don’t need saving. Maybe you were in much less danger being trapped alone in a castle you made home. Maybe the princess wrecks the village and saves herself this time around. Watch the whole thing crumble and breathe in that dust. Make it a part of you so that when you cough up the truth, you taste victory. Cut off a lick of your hair and the strands fly in the direction of the wind. Let it turn into a tornado and stir up the remaining embers. Now watch it burn to the fucking ground from which it was built. Float above the ashes and make a new home. Remind the spectators that you never needed a hero – you simply needed yourself. -AMT ©️