This does not yet have a title; instead all it has it a rambling that will not be silenced. I am not sure that it is ready for the world but it will not stop chirping away so I must let it be seen. Ready or not. My life is far from a dream, fairy tales are not what they may seem. The prince has a 2x4 instead of a smile, across my head, fleeing tears in my heart. I am not alone, yet I am scared. Loving a man that is not obtainable, wishing my way to pain. I do not want the time to be wasted, I would rather be basted.