I enjoyed the time being alone.
It was either the silence before the storm or anticipation for something pleasant.
I was always waiting. Free from all torments. A queen inside her castle.
At some point I was done waiting.
I left this empty rooms not knowing I wouldn't return.
From that time on I couldn't be waiting anymore since there was nothing more to happen if I wouldn't make a move.
I was not waiting. I was thinking, standing, hesitating, stopping, a standstill without purpose.
Now I have to be the change I was waiting for.
It hurts not to be a queen anymore. I might have hated the queen but I certainly loved the castle.