The checkered floor tiles in the corridors of this medieval castle make me think of chess. I am here alone, but at some point in this life, I will go 1v1 with the piece that can move in any direction. All our moves shall be calculated.. .
The first time I kissed a girl was back in the 5th grade. It took place in the back of a truck as the two of us and other friends were riding around to see Christmas lights. The kiss was just a peck on the cheek. One that I merely laugh about now, but back then in that very moment was so serious that immediately after, I rushed to call my mom to tell her what just happened. Twenty years later, as I sit here and write these treatises, I wonder when will be the next time that I rush to call my mother in excitement over a woman that I'm interested in.
It's loud in here. Hi-hats, snares, and 808s have encompassed this space. The more we try to get closer, the more this music pushes us apart. We derive from different backgrounds but this culture allows us to connect. Oppositely, I'm intrigued by the choreography, and you like the lyrics. Let's try and teach one another a thing or two...
Guess what? ... I am about to go "one and done" just like a coach Calipari freshman. All the credit goes to my elite level of skill in this sport (a.k.a. the chastity I've maintained since birth). However, the reporters still ask:
"But why go one and done?"
"Why not stay all four years or even a 5th, and enjoy college and graduate. Each year would be a new, fun, and exciting experience. Why go one and done?"
I don't know... Maybe it's because my standards are too high. Maybe it's because I put too much pressure on companionship. Maybe it's because I worry about the amount of resources that I'll be able to provide to my future wife and children. Maybe it's because I feel the pressure of wanting to do better than my divorced parents did. Maybe it's because God did not feel that I was ready to be a husband previously. Maybe He feels that I'm still not ready to be one now. Or maybe, just maybe... this is the purpose He chose for me. Maybe this is the path that God wanted me(Utopia) to follow...
Now that you've seen and heard the patterns, there is no reason for us to compete to determine who can touch the most hearts. The pallet of your taste in the arts will always inspire me to continue creating the unknown. Yet, the last of the five senses is the one that continues to cause havoc.
What is this parfum you have on now?
It smells like: detseretni ton llits er'uoy
Hopefully that's a one and done fragrance too.