Hello, Sprinkles!
First off I want to thank all of you from the bottom of
my heart for being so amazing. All of you have made May and me very happy with
all of the positive comments, the likes, and telling everyone and your
grandmother about us. We feel very loved and blessed and we are working our
little Victorian butts off to make you all proud. And hopefully we will be
seeing some of you guys face to face in upcoming tours (we pray). Please stay tuned as the official release date of the CD is fast approaching. Not to mention all the new merchandise.
So today I wanted to write something personal before we jump
back through the twisted metal gates of the Bastille Asylum. I am a believer in
magic. I do believe that it exists and that sometimes magic just seems to speak
to us.
Two weeks ago May-May had made himself a mermaid tail and
I asked him to make me one too. He did and the next week I tried mine out in
the pool. Ever since I was a little boy I had always wanted to be a merperson.
The idea of having a tail and swimming through the sea, collecting sunken
treasure, and playing with dolphins and other little fish had always been a
fantasy I wanted to make true. And now here I was in the water with a bright
turquoise tail covering my legs. It wasn’t easy at first but I was able to
finally swim with it. I felt at home in a way and I won’t lie I very much
wanted to belt out Part of your World
from the Little Mermaid. For a brief hour or so I felt like mermaid. I had
visions of sitting on a rock near shore and brushing my hair with a fork and holding
a piece of broken glass to gaze at my reflection. I looked over at May and he
was a natural. My pyromaniac pirate friend was an absolute perfect mermaid and
I was so happy to share this with him. We talked of the ocean and songs and
other magical things. I really wished I
had an underwater camera so I could show you all how amazing it was. Maybe the
next time I’m over at May’s I’ll get a picture of each of us in our tails. Wouldn’t
that be a sight ;) ?
But the magical thing about it all was that a terrible
storm was fast approaching our little mermaid paradise. The sky rumbled and
cracked with lightning and yet not a single drop of water nor any powerful wind
breached our sanctuary. We swam for a long time and we could see the storm was
very much upon us yet it never fully reached us. Maybe it was the sea nymphs
and fairies. Maybe they thought we were their kin and protected us. All I know
is that as soon as we dried off and headed inside the sky opened and the rain
fell.
Another moment of magic was just two days ago. I went to
go visit the love of my life and he was talking on the phone with his aunt.
After he finished we hugged and said our hellos and he smiled happily and told
me that I needed to go see something in his room. I walked in and I saw
something I hadn’t seen in a very long time. A fort, a fort made of pillows and
blankets. He jumped up and down and I couldn’t help but smile and laugh with
him. It was another magical moment when we crawled under the fort and held each
other and watched movies later that night. I felt like I was six years old
again. I remember making similar forts to read my books or watch movies or to
hide under if I was ever scared. That same feeling of safety and happiness
washed over me as we spent hours talking about the week and the future. We
laughed as we played with the fringe and tassels from the blankets. It was
wonderful. The fort felt impenetrable to the outside world and even time
itself. As we snuggled watching the movie I felt the best magic of all.
Love. And just like that another happy
memory in my life was born.
I guess the message in today’s post is that magic is all
around us if we look hard enough. It can be something as fantastic as being a
mermaid or something as simple as building of small fort and being with the one
you love. Never forget the magic, Sprinkles. Take joy in all the small things.
With much love and icing kisses,
J.S.
P.S. I hope you’re ready from some new characters. The
Asylum is about to gain some new members.
