Every day is a battlefield. Worries and anxieties flying through the air, blowing up the relationships and successes that are so firmly established. A relentless, never ending fight between logic and its weak armory and the overpowering troops of irrational fear and compulsion. The logic and rational hordes are forced to sit back and dig in; hiding in this same place, taking the same shots, hoping the same methods will be able to fend off the overwhelming opposition. The battlefield is a wasteland, gashes and holes torn into the once beautiful lavish landscape. The landscape that once yielded a beautiful harvest, fields of beauty and intellect growing and expanding like no other, is now barren, serving the sole purpose as the arena for an unnecessary war.
She’s making it worth it. The first day I noticed her sitting, almost in a trance with her earbuds swaying loosely over her rebellious dark outfit. Her green eyes that fight the look of a brooding teen, give way to a full spirit that seems almost unreal for a teenage girl. Her newly blond dyed hair drawing attention, but less attention than the breathtaking smile she reveals as she hears a joke of the driest humor that she finds such pleasure in. In that instant, with the glint of her perfect white teeth, the profoundness behind her striking eyes, the warring stopped. Anxieties, worries, and doubts lay dormant in their armaments, and there were no repetitive responses from the logic, and for a moment all was quiet on that once beautiful, but now damaged land.
I knew. I knew this girl, this new wonder of my world, was my solution; my peace treaty. Two armies warring over thoughts and fears are a lot less effective than a unified force, fighting for the impossible goal: a space in the complex mind of a unique girl.
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