arcangel31

Sitting at my Pc, staring into space. Playing the game off chess. Hand's on the pawn ready to move it forward. The ticking clock in the back round, constantly reminding me that time is running out. I've come to realize that the minutes turn into hours. hours to days. I really don't know where to go from here, holding that piece. I've played this game millions of times. Yet this time, it's different. I think that I am so separated from people that I've lost all connection with them. I don't know maybe I'm closer to reality then I think, and every one else is still on cloud nine. maybe knowing the outcome of it all, Is why I am so hesitant to move forward, and start the game anew.