"Throughout life you will meet one person who is unlike any other. You can talk to this person for hours and never get bored. You can tell this person things and they will never judge you. This person is your soul mate...your best friend, never let them go..."

You said, "Don't forget,"
So I put you in my pocket.
Then I sat on you.

The air's heavier.
I feel drowsy-slow-sleepy.
Time to get away.

Possibility.
An impossibility.
Yet unforgotten.

Time to be thankful.
Of what are you thankful for?
Give thanks. Well...or not.

Bear crossing the street
Bear crossing, bearing crosses.
They bear crosses too.

How I feel with you.
How I don't feel about you.
How I don't feel you.
-RF

I placed your secret in my pocket, where you won’t see it anymore.
-RF

Dramatic goodbyes are easier to remember. Undramatic goodbyes are easier to regret.
-RF

If I hold my breath
Until this makes complete sense
I will suffocate.
-RF

Knock, knock, who’s there? No
One. No one who? There was no
Knock. There is no door.
-RF

In the dream I saw you: You had weights attached to ropes, tied to your body. You were dragging them. I couldn’t count how many, 5, 6, 7, more. The sound of their dragging was unnatural in the quiet night. People walked up to you with more weights and said, “Can you hold this?” “Can you carry this?” You said yes. They handed their weights to you and moved on. You carried, you held, you dragged.
-RF

Often it's best to simply not ask questions

It's only natural that we destroy what we've made...

This is how we treat each other
That is all that remains
Those are the thoughts left behind
These are not our proudest moments
There's nothing left to say

We like to talk about tomorrow, next time, but there are only so many of those, sooner or later you are going to run out and realize you should have made it count when you had the chance.

Echoing through my head I moved out into the street with nothing but the lamp poles to keep me company. What if you knew I made the wrong choice all along?

That's how it started, just a glance, side by side, or was it across the room? You caught me staring, and I looked away.
Looking back at time things have changed and I wonder how you are. It's painful thinking of how things might have been if only tomorrow, next time, were not the answers given.

Was it the laundromat or the library? one of the two, i'm sure. I laughed at your shoes and then we left together, wandering, no destination in mind. Your mom bought you a star when you were a kid and you began counting, only getting to thirty-seven. A little persistence, I suggested, so you counted the illuminated windows instead. We dropped into a little place to get a bite. Toast and tea. Fries and coke. We split the check evenly. 70-30, that is, and left. waking to the front door, I messed up your hair. It's better that way. We talked about nothing in the darkness and I slipped off my shoes. We slept all morning long and stayed in bed all afternoon. I told you not to shave and you laughed. Beards are better. You found a box of cereal and we ate the last of it, tv on in the background as we canceled our old plans for the day and made new ones.

There's paying what you think it costs, and then there is what it really costs - most of us are afraid to find out what it really costs.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. -Mark Twain

We all do it for our own reasons, some of us to try to escape depression or try to prove something to ourselves. Weird stuff like that. This is not a normal sport like soccer or something. We are our own coach's and cheerleaders.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life and still remember me...
-Blazeman

"Are these just the nights that we stayed for?
Are these all the lines that could keep us here?"

I don't know what to say really.
Three minutes
to the biggest battle of our professional lives
all comes down to today.
Either
we heal
as a team
or we are going to crumble.
Inch by inch
play by play
till we're finished.
We are in hell right now, gentlemen
believe me,
we can stay here
and get the shit kicked out of us
or
we can fight our way
back into the light.
We can climb out of hell.
One inch, at a time.

Now I can't do it for you.
I'm too old.
I look around and I see these young faces.

You know when you get old in life
things get taken from you.
That's, that's part of life.
But,
you only learn that when you start losing stuff.
You find out that life is just a game of inches.
the margin for error is so small.
I mean
one half step too late or to early
you don't quite make it.
One half second too slow or too fast
and you don't quite catch it.
The inches we need are everywhere around us.
every minute, every second.

On this team, we fight for that inch
On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us
to pieces for that inch.
We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch.
Cause we know
when we add up all those inches
that's going to make the fucking difference
between WINNING and LOSING
between LIVING and DYING.

I'll tell you this
in any fight
it is the guy who is willing to die
who is going to win that inch.
And I know
if I am going to have any life anymore
it is because, I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch
because that is what LIVING is.
The six inches in front of your face.

Now I can't make you do it.
You gotta look at the guy next to you.
Look into his eyes.
Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you.
You are going to see a guy
who will sacrifice himself for this team
because he knows when it comes down to it,
you are gonna do the same thing for him.

That's a team, gentlemen
and either we heal now, as a team,
or we will die as, individuals.
-From any given sunday.

One thing I've learned is that outward appearances, especially among athletes, can be very deceiving. The seemingly most confident grounded people are often not. And those who seem totally disorganized are often extremely meticulous.