Standing alone he gazed into the mirror. He wonder what others saw in him, how and why they viewed him as they did, what reasons there were for the image that had been made for him. They saw a happy person, charismatic and carefree with the world at his leisure. A hollow shell of a man is what he saw staring back at him and as he looked deeper, the emptiness only grew. “He” was a facade, a mask that hid who he really was from the world. ‘But then who am I truly?’ he thought as he watched his charade crumble in-front of him. Fixed upon his likeness, he knew the truth: he was no one. He never made who he would be, instead he gave everything to others and neglected himself. Could he become who they thought he was? Could he change and become someone new? Maybe he didn’t have a choice. Or maybe that was all that he had.
I looked upon the dead sky above me with wandering eyes. Somewhere amongst the never-ending darkness was something I could relate to, something that I knew. A gentle breeze drifted lazily through the night, lightly brushing among the limbs of nearby trees. The sound of tree frogs came from all around, like a chorus of a thousand voices singing out to the rain from earlier in the day. I deeply inhaled the scent of fresh apple blossoms as it drifted past, led by the breeze in a performance older than time. Spring was alive and all around, everything in a beautiful dance and scene. Yet I remained still and silent. Yet I remained, the last remnant of Winter’s icy grip.
So I just spent about an hour outside watching the Moon from the top of the mountain at home. It had just finished raining as I got to the overlook and the fog hadn’t set in yet. There’s something about seeing the moonlight reflecting off distant, rain-covered trees and hearing tree-frogs echoing from all around. From the overlook, one can see for miles in all directions and there is just an overwhelming feeling of how much more there is in the world that people overlook. The simple beauty of the view was enough to make me pause and appreciate everything in life. In that moment of natural beauty, I felt connected to every beautiful thing in the world. It was as if I had just seen the most amazing thing ever for the first time, yet it lingered with me after I headed back home. Of course, the one thing in my mind that connected the serenity of the view and the beauty of the moment was her face. She was the beauty I saw in everything. She was the one who left me awestruck with just a thought.
To start with, I would like to emphasize one main thing: I believe that I am not prejudice against or for any group.
With that being said, I’m tired of hearing people say things about them being gay, straight, or bisexual (this includes any other groupings because I’m sure that there are more that people use). If you fall into any category, good for you. The thing is that category shouldn’t matter. Regardless of what your relationship is (man/man, woman/woman, or man/woman), you still love another living thing. That makes you human, and that’s what you really are: human. When you start making superficial groups to sort people into, it causes these groups to view themselves differently than the others. As soon as a label is applied, conflicts will start to form.
This is why I’m tired of hearing about people’s sexuality. I don’t care what gender you prefer, you are a human to me and I will treat you with the same respect that I treat everyone else with. Drop the labels and take some time to think. What difference does it really make, who you like?
TL;DR: Labels are stupid. Everyone is a person and should be treated as such, regardless of any differences.
Life isn’t about having everything go according to plan and love isn’t about finding someone you never argue with. Life and fights happen. You can either move on or fall behind, be made better or worse. Life is good if you can look back and smile at it. Love is good if you look at them and see a smile in return.
Slowly we descend into bed,
Sleeping away the stress of the day.
My arms around you and our legs entwined
Like the roots of an ancient tree.
With eyes closing and mind at rest,
I listen to the beat of your heart and the pulse of your breathing,
In perfect harmony with mine.
Together they play out my favorite melody.
A smile spreads across my face,
Slowly turning up the corners of my mouth
As I embrace you tighter and leave a kiss upon your neck.
A never-ending night with you is my only dream.
Drawing of Alucard from Hellsing (a really good anime) that I’ve been working on for a few days. Before and after putting in color cause I can’t decide which I like more. The third picture is what I used as my reference (so that’s why the ears are so strange in mine, that’s how I found them).
Rain drops hit the windshield as I drove along the highway. I felt her hand in mine and couldn’t help but smile as I felt her grip tighten and then relax, pulsing with the music. As I looked over at her, with her window down and brown hair rippling in the wind. It was a chilled night with the recent rain bringing forth the scents of Spring, freshly bloomed apple blossoms mingled with lilac and hyacinths and drifted in the breeze. Still above all that, her fragrance danced across the air and taunted me as I continued driving. Another look showed her smiling at me, seemingly aware of the thoughts flowing through my head and approving. I smiled back as only a foolish man beholding a goddess could.
