Princess Murks is a tree

The trees are standing by the roads. The trees are standing in the groups forming groves, small forests. They just had all the leaves green. Suddenly, the leaves became colorful. Yellow. Orange. Red. Brown. The sky is grey, very dark, even black and forming an humble background for the trees.

Princess Murks is walking along the street. Other people are also walking on the streets. They are wearing grey coats, dark stockings, black jackets. Princess Murks feels like a colorful tree, the dark clothes of the others form an humble background for the red hat, hearings, shoes and blue jacket of Princess Murks.

Princess Murks is sad and weeps

It is raining. Princess Murks is crying.
Where am I? Why am I here? Why not there? Princess Murks wants to be there but also does not want to be there and is happy to be here. But also sad to be here and not there.
What is the thing there? Why to be there? Can not explain it. Can not understand it. Everywhere has been good so far. All the places as good as any other. Ok, ok, Princess Murks has been homesick for homey friends and food and sisters and parents and the small ones.. But there is not the home. There is apparently just another place. Should be a place just as good as any other. Noot!
What it the thing there? Why to be there? Just some physical attraction, chemical reaction that makes it different from other? No, Princess Murks do not know any formula for that. Feels something really attractive, dangerous at the same time. Interesting but unknown. Seemingly so close, simple, and easy to handle but so difficult and inaccessible.
What is it? How do describe it? Princess Murks can not say any word for or against it. Princess Murks is confused, do not know. Princess Murks wants to go there but is afraid. Princess Murks just sits and cries. Cries with the rain.

Princess Murks wants to argue

Talk. Talk. Talk. Not just to Talk but argue. Argue. Argue. Argue. Princess Murks approaches people with the aim of arguing. Not just to get a good discussion and nice talk. Princess Murks wants to argue. Have to admit, some people are useless for that. Boring!
Luckily, some are really useful. At times, Princess Murks does not have to use provocative standpoints to make them getting all over red and ready for a good debate. Still, most of the cases need some inducement, but then they start burning with even lighter flame. Jeee!
The funniest is to have a debate with a person Princess Murks would normally unconditionally agree. Just to think up the contra-arguments and to see how confused the person would get.
What is the argument good for? It is just for convincing yourself of your good ideas with the good arguments you can contrive during the debate. In the end both sides will be much more convinced how good ideas they have because they have found so many good arguments to support themselves.
Princess Murks likes arguing, arguing makes her more cleaver.

Princess Murks is wet

Sometimes the water is standing but mostly it is moving. Water is an obsession, moving water is the obsession. The waves that are forming in the sea, the flowes in the streams and in the rivers, the fountains in the city parks, the watering tube in the garden, the falling rain or the falling shower... The moving water is touching the body and continuing its' way, the water is going through the body and continues its' way - drink and drink and drink, but the body gets never full. The water uses the body, the body uses the water. The water purifies the body, the water gets the spices from the body and makes the body smell good, the moving water transfers the movement to the body and the body starts to move. The water is soft, the water is nice, the water is the pleasure.

Princess Murks is on the Asphalt

The Asphalt starts from somewhere. Nobody really knows from where. Has anybody seen the beginning of it? It just jumps out and is there when you need to get going. The Asphalt seems endless, it seems to expand every day, every hour, every minute... Has anybody seen the end of it? Princess Murks went on the Asphalt to see it, to feel it, to get to know it, to get friends with it, to discover its secrets.
The Asphalt is always on the move, it has different faces, different moods. Sometimes it is soft and nice, makes lazy curves, plays with the landscape, goes by the lakes, rolls over the hills, jumps over the small and bigger streams, axes its way through thick fores. The Asphalt makes you a guided tour by bringing out romantic scenery, the most beautiful walleyes and hills, small villages and mansions by the sides. Urrrrr.
Sometimes the Asphalt is curious, risky, extreme. It tries to go everywhere, look behind every corner, get over any obstacle. The sea can not stop it - the Asphalt uses the best examples of engineering and flies over bridges. The mountains can not stop it - it digs the tunnels thought them and flows through. The steep slope can not stop it - the Asphalt makes sharp zig-zac and is up or down again. Even the chasms can not stop it - the Asphalt cuts the step into the hard rock and goes again. It can go to every impossible palce. With this behaviour it makes you feel awed and humble.
The Asphalt has contradictory characters. The asphalt can be fast and slow; it can be strate and curvy; it can be soft and sharp by many small stones; it can be warm, it can be hot, but never freezingly cold; it can be noisy and silent, it can be wet and dry; it can be full of holes and smooth; it can be colorful and booringly grey...
The asphalt has variety of smells, that are surprising and cheerful. The smell of the strong cheese, the sea, the sweat, the grass, the raps, the flowers, the hay, the dog, the gas, the smell-spruce, the coffee, the chocolate, the watermelon, the birch trees after the rain, the sunscream, the icecream, mmmmmm.
Where does the Asphalt lead? To Rome? :)

Princess Murks on the Singing Festival

For singing. Mostly for singing. Though it is an event for singing, listening, singing along, having a picnic, standing in the queue of ice-cream, beer, grill, sugar-wadding.., meeting (by accident cause no way to reach meeting-places on time) long-no-seen friends and relatives, feeling patriotic, feeling power of the 25 000 +++ people singing under the singing-arc, making waves in the huge crowd, feeling close with everyone in the crowed as the only way is to stay and sit, and move around side by side, and many more activities one can think of.

Princess Murks went for singing. Prepared for it for the whole year before the event. Almost every Sunday for 3 hours. Uh. But would climb under the singing arc even without being practicing for so long. Because the most important thing on the Singing Festival is the singing. It is not about performing the songs for the audience. It is not about performing the audience and being heard the comments later: "the tenor was not heard...", "the sopranos were singing 0,4 seconds too late", " I did not hear your singing as I was queuing for the toilet for 45 minutes"... Those kind of comments are fun but not at all the main reasons to go on the stage.
The Singing Festival is about singing. About putting your voice flowing according to the directors hand. About whispering in piano till the sound is braking. About scream in forte till the voice is gone. About hearing the song coming back from the hills of Lasnamäe. About feeling the closeness with all the other singers around you flowing with the same force. Feel the power of the singing that buts the crowd move and feel in the same rhythm. All together. All alone. Powerful shiver going through your bones and you know that everybody else feel the same.

Princess Murks is eating tablets

Depressive!
Princess Murks is eating 10 tablets today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... Maybe even more than 10 if the headache is not going away. When closing the eyes the tablets start spinning around the head. "Viuh-viuh-viuh," the say, when they are taking their rounds on the roundabout. Sometimes even yelling from the joy!
Some are blue, some are yellow, some are white. The yellow ones have been working here for the longest time. They are maybe to blame of not doing all the work and making the need for new staff. But the blue ones are totally ecological and taste a bit sweet, they want to be taken with tonns of liquid. The white ones are just a bit dull antibiotics who have find a home in a huge can where they use only the bottom floor. Soon even the bottom floor will be empty.
The tablets are the enemies who need to be annihilated!