Your thorns are made obvious in the crystal light of day. Harsh winds unveil all as dawn shadows dissipate.
Where is your master? He lies cold and stiff
as the luminescent structures:
dead, abandoned, yet you plead tarry.
Why do you struggle? Give me your hand. You have no nectar to tempt me to bleed. No? Fine, then your fate is sealed.
All may be thawed, but you choose to shiver.
I live atop a tower. My father and mother drew the basic blueprints, but I tweaked them and published the final draft for myself. Then, I gathered my materials, and built it by hand. Layer after layer, the thick, mottled walls began to take shape. Now, it stands the tallest in the valley.
The reason for my tower is a bit like a seive. It's a beautiful sight to behold, but only one other may master it. Some spikes have been set on the sides for safe measure. Sections have been left either polished or not. Only he who hath the wisdom may find the handholds hidden in the face of the rock, and hath the strength and the endurance to make it to the top unscathed. These things are more natural. Preparation has no ground.
There are four brave young ones eyeing my precious tower. The first is the most ancient, though he can only peer longingly atop the hills from afar. The second sits at the base, silently calculating as he awaits the perfect time and path. The third jumped the side and climbed a bit too quickly. A careless woodspike knocked him from the side, though the second was oblivious of his actions. The fourth is a spry young one who only looks upon the tower with kind, curious eyes. He hath the wisdom, but I dare say he doth not possess the strength. He may never climb the tower, but it may be all the better.
One who can't, one who won't, one who failed, and one who shalt. I may only watch and wait from my rose of a tower.
Brothers...
I currently have one related by blood, but I'd argue I have two more.
The first is my blood relation. He's smart and adorable, and I wouldn't trade him for the world. Right now, his stomach problems aren't exactly improving. God knows the source is a bit higher up, but there's nothing we can do to help him so far beyond the reach of medicine. The psychologist knows full well. I hurt for him.
The second is a South African by the name of Sam. We met in Germany a few summers back. I was 14. He's likely in a university now, studying with a fiery intensity to be a researcher like his dad. Our relationship was something oddly special, though I don't know if he'd remember me now. Perhaps. Perhaps it was because we were the only saber fencers of the group worth any salt(they were all foil and eppé), or perhaps he was curious, or maybe he was just that friendly big-brother figure to every young girl he met, but he was very special, and I treasure memories of stealing bits of my dried mango and yolo-ing down the street quite dearly. (He wouldn't let me use a map!! I thought we'd be lost... That goofball!)
The third is a more recent phenomenon.
We've never met, but I guess it's better that way. You see... our relationship is a bit complicated. When I first friended him on 360, I thought he was a she, and we played quite a bit with my friend Vera. (Lol One day during a raid on Destiny, I heard him speak. Afterwards, I messaged him, saying something like "Holy cow. I thought you were a girl until I heard you talk x'D" Oh gosh... He laughed so hard he started crying!) Anywho, fast forward a bit, and we've been playing together fairly frequently. He changed his gamer tag, and our gaming schedules became more regular. Then came the break. Over the past week, we've probably spent at least a good 15 hours together. Gosh, when we're on Destiny, we're practically inseparable as the Dynamic Duo of hunter and warlock. But, wait for it, here comes the drama-train: mixed signals arhggg...
On top of spending a ridiculous amount of time together, he occasionally drops a compliment... I don't remember when it started exactly... The earliest one I rember was back when I thought he was a girl gamer, and he said "You have a beautiful voice :)". It was probably after I said I wouldn't talk in parties because I sound like a 12-year old boy... I really do sometimes lol. The more recent ones have gone down during the whole " Goodnight" routine. A few nights ago, he said, "Can we do it tomorrow?(Referring to the Weekly Heroic mission) I'm pretty tired *yawns* anyways... goodnight beautiful :)".
There's nothing wrong with a good compliment... Except for, well, everything. DX If I finally got the whole thing with Tej and Chad sorted out, I wouldn't have to worry, but then Shadow knows I'm a good handful of years older than he is... Why?!? I mean, a part of me kind of likes the idea of having the affections of such a skilled hunter... but then, no. Just no. The worst part is when he messaged me earlier, asking if I was a girl. Either he just wasn't quite sure(I don't blame him. A lot of gamer guys think I'm one of them haha. I also sent an " lol night" in reply. That might've thrown him off..), or the alternative, which I'm pretty sure he isn't.
Oh snap, just got a bouquet of virtual flowers!! x.x Anyway, there is my delima. Take it and run! Oh brother..
Night xD
