Wind

The wind's at your back, mate. That's all ye need, in'nit?

All ye need t' take yer life back from the depths, and sail yer own ship, off into the horizon. Ye've got yer crew, ye've got yer supplies, ye've got yer bloody ship, bless 'er heart, and ye've even got the rum. Now, have ye the guts? Have ye the fire in yer belly? The gall to go where yer fear will never guide ye?

The helm is yer's, boy. Ye've sat in the cabin long enough. 's time to take command o' yer own vessel.

Ye shan't follow the wind. The wind's followin' you, Captain.

Roses

They're waiting.

Why aren't you smelling them?

Dance

Dance

under the stars in the sky

with the full moon at your back

feeling the fire in your soul

on through the night.

Just dance.

Falling Down A Black Hole

"Oh, dearie me but I seem to be falling...can't tell where or from whence but at this rate I suppose I shall be quite dead by the time I hit the bottom.

Can't see a blasted thing, not even myself. Just dark and dark...falling and falling...haha it's a wonder I haven't fallen asleep in this dreariness. Suppose it would be less painful that way, hm?

Phoo, maybe if there was something to do, I'd do more than simply talk to myself. Nope, nope...nothing to do but fall. Wish I would. At least a dream would be something to do.

Do do do....I could sing! Sing a song...la la...sing a song about falling! Falling in a black hole! Blacker than the black of coal! In the earth just like a mole! Falling down an endless hole~!

That got old rather fast...Hm, I wonder if it's possible to swim in the air...? Hmph I shan't try. Hitting a wall is more pain than I like. I could always dive though...down into my grave! Ha!

...Ooh this is no fun. My heart isn't even racing anymore. It feels like I've been here for hours...days...Death would relieve the tedium of thi-Oomph!

Ooooh...the bottom? How in God's name am I still alive? Hm...maybe I already am dead, and a hole is my personal hell...? A hole...blast it I'll just feel around for the wall at least...something to do..do...oh!

A ladder? How remarkable...guess I'd better start climbing then."

Galactic Doors Slamming - Can You Hear Them?

"Oh, hey there. Nice of you to drop in...*chuckle*..."

*you look up at the trap door you just fell through*

"Ah...you're one of those. Bother, I do hate to explain things...but I suppose that's what I'm here for, eh? Come now, look sharp man. You see these two doors? Yes...'course you do."

*more looking, more looking...the room feels smaller somehow...*

"...No, not the ceiling, idiot. You can only go forward from here. So, which will it be? Door Number One or Door Number Two? Door Number B or Door Number A? Door Number Heads or Door Number Tails? Door Number This or Door Number That? Door Number Minie or Door Number Eenie? Door Number Right or Door Number Left? Door Number Death or Door Number Life? Heh...Door Number...what are you sitting there staring at me for, dummy? That wall isn't going to slow down just because you're in the way. Don't worry about me, I've always been able to manage when the traffic decides to be slow."

*you rise, still making your decision, but becoming understandably hastened in the undertaking*

"Oh yeah. Leave your sword here."

Love, Actually...

Love.

I have stated two times that I have been in it. The first time I realized I was wrong soon after, and the second time I was told I was wrong immediately after saying it. After reflecting upon both incidents, I have to conclude that I was a fool both times, though the second time is much more bittersweet and the first is just a bad memory.

So, obviously, I don't want to make that mistake again. But what is love? A feeling, obviously...

Feeling like you'd do anything for someone no matter what, feeling like you'd rush to their side at a moment's notice no matter what, feeling like you'd only take the bullet if there was no other option since death would hurt them too no matter what, feeling completely at ease and able to trust them with anything no matter what, feeling like nothing matters except that someone no matter what, and thinking about them all night and day..even when you don't want to....

Love's actually not that complicated...right?

Joke's On Us

It's funny.

What is order? What is chaos? Why is it that order has such a...nicer ring to it? What else is order..besides itself? Rigidity, stability, steadfastness, predictability, stubbornness, construction, conservatism, restriction? Order...always in the light of our minds, right? Being proper and all that nonsense...being polite at the very least too, I suppose.

Chaos...we humans of the world feel squeamish at the mere mention, don't we? Pardon, the orderly peoples at any rate. Others thrive on chaos, and are consequently admonished for it. Wild, destruction, liberalism, interpretation, imagination, randomosity, distractions, freedom? Could not this all be what chaos is? Such a dark connotation...but what is darkness? Not something to be feared...or hated...right?

Of course, the real joke is that they define each other. Without one, the other isn't even itself anymore. Go ahead, dance a chaotic dance under the order of the stars...and remember nothing is futile.