A Game of Chess.

So he turned it off.
No more.

Who knew some little thing could be so devastating?

With one move, one action he has all but killed me. he has cut me off to watch me squirm.

It's all just a game, to which i am just a lonesome pawn in.

And he has put me in check. Or is this check mate?

Four Weeks

Last night.

hmm...

what has been four weeks,
sorrow, tears, a few screams, but mostly laughter and happiness.

it has been a blast! and I cant seem to hold a thought in my head unless its about our next meeting, which i know for certain will have just as many laughs, if not more.

Think Different

one of my all-time favorite quotes:

"Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.

The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.

About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward.

Maybe they have to be crazy.

How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?

While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do."


- Apple.

A Beauty, A Brightness

A starlit sky
a windswept night
you're sitting so silent, yet so loud,
you're doing what you love, with who you love.

a blank white knaves,
a work of art,
a flame-lit torch,
the gentle light of a flame
gracing your face,
exposing magical, majestic, magnificent eyes,
exposing true beauty,
beauty that escapes reason, escapes thought, escapes everything,
beauty in you,
beauty with you,
beauty that is you.

even in times of turmoil,
even in times of anger
you shine ever so bright

a brightness from within
a brightness that lights my world
a brightness that exposes down to the core
down to the cornerstone, the foundation, whats right and true,

and if i know anything,
it's that what is right and true,
is me and you.

I can only lead you to water.

When a certain someone so dear, so true, so close to you. When they have broken down their walls, unlocked their gates, pushed anything and everything that would keep someone away to try and protect themselves, let's you in. When they let you in to their own little world they call their soul. When they break down the walls, but when they resurrect those very walls, you're first action is to grab your own pick axe and hammer to try and break in. But is that the best? Is it what's truly needed?

...yes and no.

Yes it can be helpful to forceivly pry into them, to demand them open the gate to prevent damage to their little world.

No, it can be harmful. People run at their own speed, their own pace. They need time to understand themselves in order to be able to help you understand them.

I can only lead you to water, I can't make you drink.

Invincible you...

There's nothing to fear --- you're as good as the best,
As strong as the mightiest, too.
You can win in every battle or test;
For there's no one just like you.
There's only one you in the world today;
So nobody else, you see,
Can do your work in as fine a way:
You're the only you there'll be !
So face the world, and all life is yours
To conquer and love and live:
And you'll find the happiness that endures
In just the measure you give;
There's nothing too good for you to possess,
Nor heights where you cannot go:
Your power is more than belief or guess --- 
It is something you have to know.
There is nothing to fear --- you can and you will.
For you are the invincible you.
Set your foot on the highest hill --- 
There's nothing you cannot do.

Lifes a game if inches...

When the day is done and all that s said is said, what are those lasting things left undsaid, or rather, not said out loud.
Those lasting little tid bits that keep you tossing and turning in your bed, or in my case, your couch. Those things left unsaid that keep you at a distance when alls it would take is for me to roll over and reach some five feet to hold you.
Those things that- that maybe aren't left unsaid but maybe need more time
in the brain for you to stumble over, try to create an answer to, but the only thing left is that you're in love and those five feet, and that coffee table seperating us is way way too much, you need to be close enough to feel my heart beating, to see into the vast ocean we call eyes.

So alls that is left undsaid... I love you... Maybe?

...but I say it sooo many times?

Maybe their isn't enough ticks in the clock to ever let me begin to discribe my longing for you. My love.