Prince,

What must it feel like to see inside the mind beyond one's own, I wonder. As you wonder this yourself, it begs the question if you have indeed seen inside the mind of another. What was it like? Did it drag you inward until you lost yourself or did you walk it like the corridors of one's mind when they read a novel? Or did it instead wash over you as the waves on the water soaked sands of a beach?

I have never had anyone take interest in the golden threads of my mind. There has never seemed a pattern, they seem led by whimsy, blowing along the breeze like the seeds of a flower. My mind longs to write of that which it gilds in gold, tugging me with, dare I say it, an obsession. As if I were fated, twisted into the shaping of words, the melding of imagination and reality.

There are those who would argue it is not a loss of innocence, but instead an excess of imagination or perhaps even an excess of innocence. It is not a fracturing of my soul, but a gentle tug leading me along. And yet fancy bids me to try to consider if perhaps you are right.

I should dearly love to float upon this path with one by my side, and so I shall not object too vigorously,

Your Ophelia

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