17.1.10

Ready. Set. Go.

but I can't, I'm still being held back.
I can taste it, I can almost grab it, hold it, pull myself through
but I'm about an inch or so too far away.
The taste, the constant looking forward, reaching forward, stretching is distracting me.
The distraction is holding me back, pulling me away, grounding me in the here and now.
But I keep reaching even though I know
The more I stretch the farther away I am from reaching it.

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