Thoughts of a Violinist Giraffe

I've begun the slow count     to the next starry night. The last I've seen the blinking lights were when I promised that I would find the right kind of life                         for me. And that was seasons ago. I don't remember the last time I ventured to look into the depths of God's flickering firmament. I don't remember how many times that I did, and was met with frowning clouds,                           content to deny me the chance                             to see the stars change. A certain knight once said that                              a man can  change his stars. For each moment where I'm left                       ...

I fight for your affections: every smile is a battle won, your peals of laughter a victory song, the simplest words uttered, a vital supply to the battlefield of romance. I'm unclear of your expectations of me -                                                              yet I fight. I fight - and whether they are the demons of doubt and uncertainty or the complexity of a very real adversary, I will make inch to grudging inch and hold a mile to your guarded heart. Not that I seek to destroy the walls that keep your affections safe, only that I am granted a chance to implore you to open the gate. It doesn't matter how many days it will take - patience is attrition taking on weeks, months and years                            in simple steps of one...