Queen’s Move in Love
It was 0400 in the cold winter morning, I received a call from one of the chess players. I love chess and the endless discussion of chess is like the life I am in and trying to build. Oh the Queen’s Gambit , have you watched that show? The One may wants to protect the queen’s lineage and adoring the moves of old unions, the question is who can carry the burden like the Gurkha? One question arises, the queen’s move in love, how a queen risks everything to be one step closer to her king- losing everything to secure his safety. After the call, the mundane reality continues, the surge of energy of collective hallucination like you in the operation room, trying to save lives… He has been cursed at and spat on. My king comes to me when I am dreaming, it is easy to feel when queen’s move is simple as ironing his shirts and leaving her pajama as a footprint.
“Find someone who is proud to have you, scared to lose you, fights for you, appreciates you, respects you, cares for you, and loves you unconditionally.”