a place to rest my head

In the kingdom of Heaven, we need not want. But here on earth, royalty is currency because we want it all.

and look at her go, that silly senseless girl, trying very hard to smile and pick herself up and dust herself off after falling. and you're her fall, didn't you know? the reason why she is harsh enough not to cry, even in isolation, yet she is so pathetically weak that all she can think about is you.

and please save the apologies, because she honestly, really, doesn't blame you. this is her, tough and neurotic and sarcastic, safe in her shell till she can open her doors again. and she'll be fine, falling again and again, but still, rising up again.

till then, she'll keep herself sane with your smile, your hands and your words. and she crosses dangerous roads alone over and over again, till she can find a place to rest her head.