You got to know.

What do I do it for, my silent observer?

I mean, all of it?

Honestly?

In my life, 

as I was making my way, 

I always asked the question,

Am I the most powerful person in the room?

The answer needed to be yes.

To this day, I still ask that question.

And the answer is still yes.

In every room in the entire world, the answer is yes...

With the exception of one.

Or two.

And that drives me.

I intend to leave a legacy,

 the standard of which was set by God 

when he created the Earth

and man after his own image.

Anything less is... not worth mentioning.

  I'm going through the lobby 
where I wasn't authorized to entry
They who seem security will force me out.

What should I do? 
What would you my silent observer do? 
That's right, you never answer me.

Is this why I have started to think her? 

To help and encourage me get out of situations like this? 

At least she must have interacted with me.

If she was here, what would she do? 

First thing;
She'd tell me is 
to stop talking to my imaginary friend.

You're not real, though.

Would you stop trying 
to be so smart aleck about everything? 

You know if she were here, 
she'd tell me exactly what I do 
just like,
when she said to walk away from me.

This is a zero-sum game.
If there is a winner, it will definitely be a loser.
But,
if there is a loser, it won't definitely be a winner
just like the moment both of us lost everything together at once.

Accept the truth.

Everything is going to blow up, 
and there's not a damn thing I can do to stop it.

Power is a lot like real estate. 

It’s all about location, location, location and location. 

The closer you are to the source, 

the higher your property value.

She is hurting the whole family, my silent observer.

This isn't our family.

None of them are real, actually, can't exist.

Like you.

Neither is whoever I'm talking to.

You're not real.

You're not real, my silent observer.

And what? 
I am? 
Is any of it real? 
I mean, look at this! 
Look at it! 

A world built on fantasy.

Synthetic emotions in the form of pills.

Psychological warfare in the form of advertising.

Mind-altering chemicals in the form of food.

Brain-washing seminars in the form of media.

Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks.

Real? 
You wanna talk about reality, my silent observer? 
We haven't lived in anything remotely close 
to it since the turn of the century.

We turned it off, 
took out the batteries, 
snacked on a bag of GMOs 
while we tossed the remnants 
in the ever-expanding dumpster of the human condition.

We live in branded houses, 
trademarked by corporations built on bipolar numbers 
jumping up and down on digital displays, 
hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen.

You have to dig pretty deep, fella, 
before you can find anything real.

We live in a kingdom of bullshit! 
A kingdom we've lived in for far too long.

So, don't tell me about not being real! 
I'm no less real than the beef patty in your Big Mac.

As far as you're concerned, my silent observer, I am very real.

We are all together now, whether you like it or not.

I need her to keep an eye on me. 

I need her to tell me if I'm ever someone else. 

If anyone can tell, it's her.

 Why do I think just she can tell?

She know me better than anyone, my silent observer. 

Right now, 
She's the only person I can trust.

There must have been a reason we met.
There must have been something between us.
There must have been a secret such a getting along well with you.
There must have been a statement can not take care of myself looking at you.
There must have been what scares me lest others looking at you what I see in your beauty.

I could see it, but I couldn't explain to you.

If ask to them my silent observer, they say that

never called my subject "endless & tough".

Perhaps they didn't use those words,

but that's what they meant.

But;

We're only seeing what's in front of us.

We're not seeing what's above us.

Easy Sale

 I'll write everything
what on my mind 
and what I can remember
until started being benumbed 
or feel like that.

Untouchable, unbelievable,
non-stopable, unpredictable
and eternal.

Perfect.

Let me get 
all memories, 
all experiences,
all my old mistakes,
all my days gave up long,
all my bad and thoughts I left,
 all my times I said oh what a fool I am,
all my compliments, sweetnesses and jokes
that I do not find worthy of laughing anymore,
whatever I said what I have to sorrow about,
whatever I told what I already overcome,
my broken, poor, wild-faced struggles, 
my distorted intentions within me,
my crimes I have committed.
That was my whole stash.
I mean the whole bag.

and then you, 
my silent observer
 just made an easy sale.

 You wanna know what I believe?

What?

That this isn't the end,
that there's another world out there for both of us, 
that we'll see each other again.

And we'll read and write and play and sing.

Doesn't that sound beautiful? 

 Will you believe with me? 
My silent observer, 
attention.

Is there something I wanna tell you?

This is an emergency 
You don't know what I am talking about.

Everyone see us.

But there is no she.  
That was just my imagination, 
my silent observer.  

We haven't seen 
each other in months. 
We've deja been battling 
each other in our own voids.  

I know,
but at least now,  
where she is, 
 her thoughts, feels, 
despair and loneliness.  

I know 
need for me, 
finally what I will do  
and my move is waited for me.

Handshake

What about a game
my silent observer? 

Old time's sake.

Give me a minute.

Then others wait outside.

All right, set it up.

Thank you for kindness.

For what? 

When we first met, I thought I was helping her.

I thought I was gonna be her savior.

I didn't tell you, my silent observer, about her.

She was so smart.

Way smarter than me.

She was like you, 

real good at listening and sympathiser.

That's what she did for us

to listen and sympathise.

So when she had idea 

to do a blog, 
it sounded good to me.

But I don't think 

she knew 

at where she went.

She was wanting to make some extra scratch.

But the thing grew so fast, 

it took on a life of its own.

And the money, 

well 
we're talking about the type of money, 

my silent observer, 

that makes you question right and wrong.

So, we made a deal with her.

Decided 

we'd let the market dictate what was wrote on the site.

And we wouldn't look.

She was better at the denial than me.

It ate at me, 

all the things 

I imagined were going on.

I feared the worst.

But I still didn't write.

 Not until she came along.

After I found out what was on there, 

what we did to you, 
what we did to others, it was weak.

Way back when, 
when I said it was about stumbling, I was wrong.

I should've taken a stand.

You are my answer.

 It's not the other way around, excepting blog.

So thank you for giving me this chance.

How much time do we have? Come on, fella.

We both knew exactly 

what I was gonna do 
when you let me go back on that computer.

With their response time, 

I would guess they have us surrounded by now.

We better get out before they get up here then.

World champion chess master, 
Emanuel Lasker once said, 
"When you see a good move look for a better one.

My silent observer.

Be careful.

I gave her the chance 
to make the right move.

And she left herself wide open to others.

When I completed the piece, 

I also took it upon myself 
to open the site to more than just personal blog.

I have to 
stay right here and not move.

Didn't take long for her to catch on me
after starting writing here with an anonymous tip.

My silent observer was a part of me 
that I created because of my an unachievable target.

So now we have a chance to start again.

Our handshake negotiated us as partners.