I left their sheltered care and walked rogue in total freedom to see the world with my own eyes; live by my sword. I joined the fray to find what I believed was instant wisdom, but what I got was more than I ever wished for. Hate to bring you down, to push your face into the ground but it never is that simple! Try so hard to see the shards for what they are...

No, it never will be simple! Sometimes, emotion clouds my sight as I rejoice in life. I know to treasure my own zest for I am still young. I let my inspiration savior me from mundane strife and I refuse to go unheard, my truth unsung.

His eyes searched the screens for signs of the dead, exhausted players and dying enemies crying out against the intensity of his hands.. punching the buttons as rapidly as his thoughts process to understand what's happening. It is a game and he is lost, only between circles of victory as the player and him keep taking down enemies, the room smells of time..

Shoulders hunched, sprawled on the floor, he's trying to get as near, and as far away from checkmate as possible. His hands move slowly, rethinking every move, the black and white pieces slowly outnumber each other in their decisions. It is an ongoing cycle. He looks up, eyes sparkling at the friend, and takes away another piece, as castles move, kings evade and queens attack.

And in all their indifference, his arms hanging loosely behind his chair, holding on to, maybe, a similar thought somewhere at the back of their minds.

Reminders always come unexpected, and that's how they bring nostalgia with them.. usually.

A week back, I read something someone wrote for.. on me.. year old words can mean completely something else when read in a different mood, a different situation. It probably explains why there are different interpretations for one thing, and how everything seems to fit and at some point depending on your mood, and you cant blame the writer for it. Like a puzzle, you can move the pieces around and they will fall into place, except a few that will be left over..

Makes me think, so then if I was to write something about you, and you were in a bad mood... Where would that leave us?

I have learned the hard way, that denial is in fact realization in disguise. You can look at my face, and even though the layers of mist between us, I'm sadly disfigured when it comes to concealing expressions. A bad actor in the middle of someone else's stage - and I give myself away. It is a good thing. Confrontation has already happened when you've tried to push it away. I'm always right there. Watch my every move, and dont let me fall, since I've made it obviously easy, and grassroots stem only from seeds.

Mocks are over and hell, revelling in every moment even though the sparks seem gone.

Sometimes, I wish I could walk on the ceiling to see the world from a whole new perspective.. every thing which doesnt make sense immediately would, and everyone's head would be in their feet, quite literally.

'You know what I saw today. Lots of men with red shirts on motorbikes with red flags, and for a second I thought the communists have finally taken over.

Turns out they were advertising Wii Tribe internet'