Maybe never..

Life is a parade of relationships,  mostly.
Some are meant to be, most others aren't.
Some real, and most are a version of reality created for one by another both of whom are living a lie.
Some are so long,  time itself ends up having an identity crisis looking at them. While others last as long as a night or even few hours (if there have been shorter ones,  do let me know, I'll call the mayfly's and make their short  lives more miserable).

And that list just goes on, I'll save that for when I really need to bore you.

Now for the nights main.
A direct message to a certain someone in my life right now
"We started off as a confusion, swinging in between Repulsion and crazy mad lust,
Emotion and pure physical tension, misty teenage raging,  murky sheets of rejection and acceptance, and shear sundered madness.
Some How, swimming in that cocktail of chaos, we had a few ladles stirring it and some others who swung us some rope ladders,  we headed out into some clarity,
Accepting what we had been ignoring,(not very blissfully that ignorance shite)
Hit it off and landed at a "what next? " stage. Doubting if what we had was real,  second thoughts weren't real but we were hanging by a tiny thread of hope still swinging between lust and emotion.
Finally drew a well defined thread that stands like a 4th string on a bass guitar,  standing at an equilibrium called Love.
Took time to get there though we named what we had too early.
We fought like dogs, said hurtful things,  did the "two can play this game" with me almost never seeing my faults, crowning me the incorrigible King among fools.
But then when the silence kicks in, and I began that crazy thought machine of mine,  I only realise how wrongful I was in questioning your right to care about me. For only those who care, would right your wrongs.
And how madly and truly in love I was with you. And how hurting you actually made me feel much like an iron maiden,  limiting your freedom to live, how could I be so selfish that I overlook happiness,
That Which lights up my world, kill that and back to square one again,  dark ally, no where to go,  no one to lead me.
(bah I'm boring you too much again)

Long story short
I love you
And that what we have
After all the mad mad drama
Life was pretty much a soap Until now,  only turned into a brighter side, Game of thrones to Modern Family bright
With a few shades of Vampire dairies
You are something I could never have
Sometimes I just feel I'm a schizophrenic who is imagining this whole relationship(God forbid) 
Together, forever.. ?..
Maybe...

His time is near..

Solely dedicated to my one true blood brother and the ol'man of our household,  Tipsy.

We started off as kids,  both of the Same mental age,  partly the same physical age too,  we little lads both of even proportions.  One a white little ball of fur and joy,  another the same but in the skin of a human.
We grew under one roof,  shared the same parents, Same amount of naught. If one ever went away with his friends the other would start hating in the whole of humanity.
Oddly somehow he thought me how not to trust that race which we both despise so much right now. Antisocial. But one can't tell if it's the owners trait,  acquired or is it the other way around.
Being but a speechless creature,  he expressed so much emotion;  love,  joy, hate, fear,  pain, anger, jealousy.
The cunning of a Fox,  the wit of a Wolf, the agility of a Leopard, the ferocity of a Tiger,  the grace of a Lion. And As fearless as they come.
We shared youth,  but now you wither like a flower in autumn. If only I could trade the time of my own, for some more of yours on this land.
If only you could cheat death, and run with time itself.
If only I could give you back all those moments that you spent alone waiting for me to come home from an evening of socialization with the other kids in the neighborhood, if only I could tell you how I am gonna miss you. If only you could understand everything I say now as we do.
If only I could break this barrier of speech and show you what you mean to this lost little soul.
You still give me hope that you could actually cheat the Reaper, because  you ran away twice yet came back to me, no ears, no sight, no smell,  but all fight.
Swishing between two vehicles and trying to find your way home.
Lucky, instinctive,  brave and bold.
If only you I could show the world that none but a dog has soul in this forsaken world.