First off, I got to give mad props to my son, Samuel. He in nearly two, and sat in my lap for the near duration of E3.
It was a great show this year. They do like to wonder away from games at the end, but to each his own I guess. I think I may crash the party next year. Not sure but it would be amazing to go.
Halo 4 is going to be amazing. Reach was good, but the return of Master Chief is the way it is supposed to be. Never thought I would say this, but Tomb Raider actually looked decent too. I remember seeing a trailer earlier in the year, but the game play was outstanding. Resident Evil 6 as well seemed to show off good. The change of pace may effect some people though. It is hard to have a survivor story game for the first three, and then watch it go to fast paced shooter.
This is the space reserved for Usher and his performance.
Notice there is nothing there? I did notice that too. Hmm.
This game goes out to Choskie, whom was complaining about cartoon games, and was probably in the shower again for this one as well.http://marketplace.xbox.com/en-US/Product/Wreckateer/66acd00...
I have been reading various story's, as of late, from Edgar Allan Poe, one of the greatest writers in the history of the world. He is a little dark, but sometimes that is fun. Notably The Tell-Tale Heart.
I love how the man is so careful, so very careful to do everything right. Yet in the end his pride causes him to be found out. His guilt wound up being louder than his grace. Great story, if you ever the time to read it.
What speaks to your heart? What words, or actions stir your soul? Things are not always as they appear, yet in hindsight, regret is infallible. It is those times in our lives when we need someone to lean on. Times when rough hits home, and you are not sure what the right answer is. Maybe there is no right answer? Maybe the answer is the question? And maybe the question is irrelevant. Twist and turn, backwards. You can change anything, yet to be truly happy, what would you change? Who would you be with? Where would you go. I thought I knew the answer to these questions. My son is proof of that. But the seasons change, not the person. Time slowly slipping as you wonder what went wrong. Can time reverse, can mistakes be mended? They can, yet only mended in the future.
So what happens when "the one" suddenly backs away. Recluse into the shadows, and void time itself. I for one ask myself these questions from time to time. Honestly, I am glad to be who I am, alone, but who I am. Time is a curious thing. Soon you feel mended and repaired, and the world is at your finger tips. Where do you go? What do you do? Do you find that "one" again? Ever searching for the light to blind the grey?
I for one am not a quitter. I am not a phony (for details on phonies please refer to The Catcher in the Rye
). So lets move to the next square of floor, and try again. When does trying become not enough? When you have to try to find what you are looking for, you cannot. Allow me to explain. If you are trying to find the moon during the day, you are out of luck. Yet, if you search for a baseball between the pitcher and catcher, you may find it. Maybe the last place you would think? Maybe out of the blue?
Life is funny like that. Who do you turn to in times of need? I have been moved by thoughts as of late on a matter which needs some form of attention. Yet all the same I cannot bring myself to muster the courage to complete my line. Is it for fear of repetition of the past? Maybe fear of a loss of the future? I dare say the latter may win over the former.
Have you met the one who takes your breath away at a single thought? The one who puts a pain in your heart? The one who accompanies your thoughts on those sleepless nights, and fasting meals? They are all a cause. A sickness. Contagion. When you feel as though you are sick with grief. Almost literally sleepless, and hungry yet you don't eat. How will you find it? What is the anecdote?
This is simple. The one who takes your breath away is the one who can give it back. The one who makes you lonely is the one who can provide company. Sleeplessness is nervous, scared. The word I find for sleep is peace. You will find your peace when the one you are waiting for gives you that peace. Not before.
Have I found the one?
The answer to this question is the answer to this:
Think of the last time you could breathe steady. Then remember when you started skipping beats. When you slowed. You couldn't feel your heart beat. For that memory will serve you well in your answer.
It seems as though the writer in me got the best of me again. Sometimes I get lost in words as in thought. I mean them all the same. It takes an effort to think them, and even greater one to write them down.