5 AM - STILL BABBLING

the distance is tangible. how far are u and dare we stumble towards one another blinded and bleeding? i can't stop quivering for u but what then? what if i held the distance in my hands, let it burn a reading - a destiny - into my palm, and folded, and folded, and folded it into itself and then again till u were all that was left? what if it were u i held? what then?

it's never long enough with u and the moments between too long and aching but not quite long enough to heal. u r the cut, the gash - razor in hand - i slice into myself. the wound left gaping and bleeding the blood that draws u back each time.

what r we doing?

do we close the distance or do we run till we're out of breath and dying? if we put our hearts into the earth, will we be reborn and niave to the notion of each other? if the road to u were forgotten could i forget u as well?