Moving Into A Castle

Hey Lady or Gentleman,

I didn’t buzz my head again if you’re wondering.

A castle.

I’ve been given the keys to an old, overgrown, castle in the middle of the forest.

It’s my new home.

It’s dusty, cobwebs all over, sheet coverings on all the furniture.

I never knew this castle existed…until I asked.

This is the castle where the king lives.

Where I will be living for the next stage of my life.

It’s new, I’m opening up the windows, training in the woods, sprinting up the hills, and hiking by the stream.

Devotion. A level of discipline.

Doing something each day.

I’m just doing it.

Can’t Stop me.

Lab work right now.

Monk mode for some.

Iron John. The wild hairy man.

I was approached by a man today. He was mumbling.

It was just me and him.

I couldn’t see him. I was blind to the human in front of me.

He asked me a question.

“I don’t live here.” I responded

I was afraid.

I didn’t see the wild man that was in front of me because I couldn’t see my own wild man.

Every day I touch a ball. Every day I move.

Maui is act one.

For act two, I will be in Buenos Aires.

What happens in each act is unknown to the reader.

Only the magician themself can know what is to come.

- Double B