5 years ago I found out my little brother had cystic fibrosis, the same day my father told my mother that he was divorcing her. This all happened while I was playing chess, I play an exceptional game of chess when I'm thinking right but when things happen I can't help but think of the games where I played and ended up giving up and smashing the board with my fists because of how angry I was. I broke my marble chess board and I shattered the pieces. I hated how much I loved a game it was used to relieve my anger or sadness by imagining myself a lord or someone special while everyone was actually angry at me, how the world was upside down and how it was all my fault. and...I just can't do it anymore I can't help but thinking of my grandpa moving his king, pinning me to the corner and slowly taking away all of my powers to attack. All of my pieces slowly being taken away...kinda like my life right now, just...everything is slowly falling apart and no one is allowed in and no one is allowed to go down with me...I won't let anyone else be effected by this, its my burden I hate sharing it. The only thing I need to work on is my chess game.... (Read between the lines and veradux will become betwixted to your knowledge of the void.)
Dameon the -V- · Thu May 15, 2008 @ 04:32pm · 1 Comments |