It's A Tragic Game...

I'm so excited. I really am. I don't need to prove to people that I can do things, that they're not better than me or that I know what I'm talking about. I'm here for one reason and that is to get somewhere. To prove to myself that I can. And to go ahead and do all of those things you doubt I can. And I'm really excited about it. About the fact that I am getting somewhere. The fact that things are working and that I'm doing better than anyone thought I would, better than I thought I would. So to those of you who doubted me, please continue. Your disbelief drives me to work harder and stronger. Your encouragement would be nice, but hell, it changes absolutely nothing. And sweet heart, as much as you would like to believe you have a say, I wont be around to listen to your words. I would advise that you just don't bother.

I'm really excited. 

Excited to continue learning, 

to continue growing, and 

to continue surprising people. 

Because like many silly boys have told me

I'm one of a kind.

Too bad they couldn't figure out 

that translates into determined,

hard working,

hard to hold,

and impossible to tie down.

I'm just excited in general. 

Excited to grow,
Excited to succeed,

Excited to see the world, and

Excited to be free.

- xx, K.

The Saints We See Are All Made Of Gold..

I look around me and I see you everywhere. You haven't been here for a while, a month maybe, yet there are signs of your presence and memories littered about the space. Your silly little notes hang, still, where you left them for me to discover. Your baby photo which you swore you would burn if you ever found it remains hidden on my cork board. Your shirts and sweaters folded neatly in my closet for the days I feel alone, when I can't seem to get warm and all I want to do is cuddle up beside you in your bed. With my head resting on your shoulder where it fits just right. In your room, walls plastered with posters and alive with music, I am calm and comfortable unlike any other place. I have two bedrooms of my own. Neither as comfortable or seemingly my own as yours has come to be.

Things are different now. Boundaries are set in places they weren't before and I know that this is for a good reason. Times change. People change. And we changed both together and on our own.

I'm just happy that I can still be there, whenever you need me. You are one of few that I trust implicitly. I hope for the world for you and find comfort in the fact that I know you wish the same for me.

- xx, Kelly.