I have the distance on my side. And against me. There are miles, hours, days or seconds between the time you ask and I say yes. You as one, I as a black background. I have no light to shed, no path that you can follow. I walk outside. Rules are not for me.
As I think of all the helping hands, I don’t see mine. They’re all streched and eager. Eyes on their fingers, hungry for a reaction. Teeth hidden, ready to rip our resolve apart. There is no help in their touch. Only an appetite for our weakest moments.
Outside. Beyond. Here. I want to be somewhere with you. Looking at the ones still on the path. I cannot reach out this time. Because ultimately, I want to be reached, I want to be the goal. As I run, in your crosshairs still.
I can pretend. Intent. In all your wants. And get caught. In all of mine. I’m not even hiding.
I think your words say it all…
your comment as well 🙂 thank you.