I think we're stuck in a perpetual, comfortable, beautiful state of
"I don't know".
What we have is a gorgeous free fall,
A comfortable conundrum of
Messy kisses,
and
Confused hands,
and
Very good acting.
We've gotten so wonderful at pretending;
At turning ourselves inside out for each other to find new places to explore.
But, somehow, I love how beautiful I've let this mess become.
I love the unsaid words,
I love this little universe we've built for ourselves.
I love our little "I don't know".
We've made something so incomprehensible even I can't find the words for us.
But, I've made it home, I suppose.
And I'd miss it if it went away.
-I love our little enigma.

Fate. That our paths have seperated.

Rage. Misguided anger hides your insecurities and cowardice.

Intentions. Were always for the best, but we knew this day would come.

Empathy. You lack. Those who help guide you most come second to your arrogance and pride.

Never. Again will I lend my hand.

Dead. You'd might as well be.

I gave her this look of undeniable honesty through my eyes, and expression.
I gave her this look that explained everything I felt about her, but I'm not sure she understood it.
I gave her this look, afraid it wasn't enough I grabbed her hand, and explained.
"It's going to happen, you and I. I've known of your existence as sure as I've known my own name. I've awaited your arrival as long as I've known of its meaning. I hold your hand in this moment, and my heart rate rises reminding me that I never want to let it go; to never let you go. I hold your glance in this moment accepting now the luxurious release of death, for you are the last thing I wish to see. As the future remains unwritten and my life could vanquish in a twitch I tell you now you are the realest thing I have ever known, and as sure as breath gives these words life shall I love you until time forgets my name, and the oceans turn to dust."
I gave her this look that revealed every secret I had ever had.

I want you.
Right now.

Your lips on mine.
Your hand around my waist.

My lips on your neck.
My hands running through your hair.

Heavy breaths.
Deep  stares.

I want you.
Right now.

In my bed.
Right next to me.
Holding me tight.
Talking about anything.

Gentle kisses in between thoughts.
Our tired eyes holding contact.
Slowly falling asleep

You,
All I ever want is you.

Sometimes,
Life seems like a joke,
It laughs while I choke,

Sometimes,
Sympathy is all we need,
And just one person to look underneath,

Sometimes,
The days seem darker than the night,
For only by yourself , you feel alright,

Sometimes,
The good stuff turns into a nightmare,
It leaves you alone to sit and stare,

Sometimes,
Life is full of injustice,
It lacks the way to our only bliss,

Sometimes,
I wonder if I should pray,
I never find out, but that's okay..

How  do  we  remember ...war,
victorious! or lost... or oh, the cost...
how  do  we  remember ...battles
the call!... the charge, or the silence ... the toll!
how  do  we  remember...soldiers, and when they are...older
scarred but not forgotten, MIA, KIA
after war
after battles
after soldiers
honor,
bravery,
scarred, not scared
loved,
missed,
by wives and mothers and all the others,
this one
battle
"defined
a nation" and at a cost of 10,000 men, who would soldier no more,
but take postings to peoples memories once lives turned from war,
and to war again
and war again and
to peace makers.

Vimy - April 9 - 12, 1917