Inching forward. So certain there is no place to go, yet we seem to be progressing. Toward what? Well, that’s the mystery. That’s the question neither one of us dares to ask.
Because the answer might be the end of everything. Not just life. Not just love. But everything. Everything we thought could never happen.
Inching forward. So slowly it doesn’t even feel like we are moving at all. But we are. Despite all the anchors in our lives, we drift just a little each time we are together. We drift just a little bit closer. But closer to what? Well, that’s the mystery. That’s the question neither one of us dares to ask.
Friday, January 23, 2009
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Avoiding the question can lead to certain doom, although it is a scary question.
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