Chapter Four

They all say each picture is capable of telling a story on its own. Take another look at my picture, what makes you think you're looking at the end of my story? On the surface layer where things lay afloat is all you can and do see.

I can't justify myself for calling you up at this hour and saying all those things I said or for even writing this post in fact. Indeed I may regret doing so as I could have pulled you a few steps back to where you first started. Nevertheless I feel the need to stand up for what is real and true to me, that which overwrites the need to even think. I'll never let anyone trample over or deny my most prized possession.

The moments we've shared together with just the two of us is unassailable for all I can say. And that's where it stops. My capabilities only allow me so much as to utter words from my mouth. For that you might see me as nothing more than a lying pinnochio with a 20 foot long nose, regardless I'll say it one more time.

I have never smiled the same since our last smile together

Convicted of every crime, we silently do our time. Do new soldiers stand marching alongside you now? I don't know, but when the day comes, I'd rather hear it from your mouth than anyone elses.

I despise most how they take what I hold dearest to me and turn it all into an abomination against my back. What do they know about us or myself?

One day I swear I will crucify every fucking last one of them if not today, someday soon.