Heavy is the head that wears the crown… jewels.
Sometimes, especially in the middle of winter, you need a bit of sparkle to see you through the darkest days.
I find such joy in a piece of costume jewelry, draped as a headband, almost like a crown.
I wear it like a weapon, channeling its crystalline powers, shooting off shards of reflected light from the almost-diamonds like so many magical bullets.
Not even semi-precious stones, their worth does not translate to money or value, but some things carry greater worth in the way they change one’s perception.
If you believe you’re a queen, no one can take that away.
Royalty is not always God-given.
