Disney Pictures Presents...

Entry 08 1:10pm


She's held captive. Hands tied behind her back with an invisible rope of disaster. Feet locked by an emotional brace of fear stopping her from running. She dangles high above the floor as she is hung by the dragons, demons, and villains that claim her will power and decisions to find freedom through emotion, insecurities, and manipulation. Everyone that surrounds her knows her distress yet feeds her mind with false ideas of love in forcing her to believe freedom is found in desolation. Deep inside the moss infested dungeon her outcry is as silent as the sounds of growing leaves found outside our selfish bound world we call Earth. But I heard her cry. I saw the tears and sobs for a savior in my dreams. I felt the pain and torture before I awoke. My past can be marked by the same story again and again. Save the girl in distress. However, I don't keep the damsel. She finds safety in the arms of the beholder...not the warrior.

I'm attracted to the idea of saving the one that is bound by the villain. Every woman seems to desire the romance of a Disney story. And I've realized I'm lost inside the desire to be the prince that saves the princess from the dragon. In today's world, the dragons and villains are emotional ties, cancerous insecurities with a side order of control. Apparently I run into these situations and seek the reward of triumph. However, these battles are not mine to face. I see these problems as dragons to slay, but I'm stuck without the reward my Disney picture ending has led me to believe I would have. Each time the feeling is like knives thrusting from the inside of my stomach to the out. But now I'm stuck with one of the biggest dragons I've ever faced.

She spins, she pulls, she screams, and she shimmies herself through the ropes in hope she can find some sort of relief. Failure is the only reward reaped throughout this entire fight. Screaming is growing useless and her tears begin to dry on her cheeks as time counts down the seconds until she dies of starvation. Regrets overflow her mind wishing she should have stayed in the arms of safety. Suddenly, the doors fling open. a bright light illuminates the dark edges of death surrounding her beauty and grace. A man standing between the doors with a sword in hand and a dragon slayed behind him. His clothes were ripped and his arms were bloody from the fierce battle fought moments ago. "Are you okay, my Lady?" He reaches high and cuts her ropes. Arms and feet free and a smile as wide as the gratefulness she has within. Such a vibrant smile. The warrior escorts her out safely as she witnesses the rows of villains that lay on the floor lifeless and destroyed once and for all! She thanks him with a kiss and a hug that lasted for years. He felt her heart beat against his in sync with the love they had for one another. She held him in tranquility, she kissed him in love, she bid him farewell...and he never saw her again.

Disney pictures presents....."Love Sucks"