I feel held back. Like someone gripping me tighter,
shielding me. I need to move forward, and almost as if the thought itself comes
to life, I am unshielded. I am wound backwards, energy building. I finally feel
myself propelled, free. And there she is. Her tan, firm exterior seems as though
she is expecting me. Right as I feel as though I’m moving too quickly, she
comes to meet me. There is an instant connection. Our impact on one another is
so strong, I feel myself about to burst at the seams. But, as quickly as we
meet, we part ways. We watch one another as the distance grows. She looks
smaller and smaller. I’ll never see her again.
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