A little rewind
Then again if you think about it, we are all just mere pawns in each other’s boards. You’re supposed to get to the end with the help of these pawns but not all of them are necessarily going to make it. When one dies, you start with a new soldier and when that fort eventually crumbles, you are everything in the world but secure. Everything - contented, confused, goddamn-butterflies-in-tummy excited, peckish, calamitous, languid, desperate; everything but secure.
We are all pawns in everyone else’s boards. I am a pawn, paving the way for another whom I revere as a Queen.