With eyes that shine like stars, the wonderous knight walks seductively through the door of the dark castle; for which the weak and wounded Palkia lays on a cot, passed out. She lies there, waiting for her true love to finally come; and when she hears his footsteps, she couldn't help but turn to where he was walking. The dragon knight and the weak Palkia locked eyes with each other. She knew that the knight was going to rescue her from her pathetic life…
This is a diary entry that I was writing. Writing always fills in that void for me. I feel like I can do anything and the one thing I've always wanted, was a hero. A hero that would save me if I was in trouble. Having a hero dash to my rescue makes me feel special, like I am worth them enduring blistering cold, scorching heat and whatever other obstacles life throws to come save me. For a brave male companion to lay their life on the line out of devotion to you is saying something. However, no matter how many steamy entries I write about this dragon knight saving me from this life, I know deep in my heart that it would never happen.
You see, I am considered a deity. I am the Pokemon who has control over space and all its components. So for someone to save someone like me, it would be unlikely. Unlike the girls in the fairytale books I read, I have my own power to get myself out of a situation. I really just need just one moment, where I am completely helpless. One moment where someone can really save my life, save me from the agony. For that, I resort to writing. In my mind it would come true but in reality, not really. Because, again, who would rescue a deity?
Sometimes, I wish I wasn't one to be honest. I mean, having control over physical space is alright and I love the power, but everyone is so quick to slap on the labels that they see me in a different way than I see myself. They see me as this god-like Pokemon while I see myself as… Palkia. Just plain old, nothing special Palkia. Like how I would describe myself in my diary:
Me; a 13 foot tall, bright pink female dragon with a whole life ahead. All that's missing is a soul mate. For which I will find mine… one of these days. All I need is for someone to see me as how I see myself; as Palkia. Nothing more. Palkia might not be strong, beautiful or as powerful, but her wonderful smile shines through the light and through your heart.
Everytime I write, I always feel a sense of relief. Maybe… my dreams will come true, most likely they won't. But it's always good to write them down, at least for me. Mostly because it feels good to let my feelings out. My dreams and thoughts often come out in the way I design my dimension as well. Pink walls, with jewels floating here and there, stars also floating elegantly and a princess styled bed with a sheer pink canopy on top, for the protection. I even have my own play castle, which I sometimes act out my dreams there. I, being a dainty damsel and imagining a knight waltzing in like he's hot-stuff, walking towards me. It's a very tall, round castle with plastic walls and a huge opening for a window near the top. It also has two floors inside which the top floor, I lie there helpless.
Palkia lies in the castle, restless, waiting for her love to save her. Wounded and in pain, she tries to gain her consciousness while reaching her hand out in front of her. By doing that, she believes that someone would grab her hand and pull her up. This was her way of saying 'save me'…
I laid in my bed doing just that: reaching my hand out in front of me. I realize that no one is around; however, it never really hurts to do so. By doing that, I believe that one day, someone will come for me. I know it.