Child's Play

There is this line i want to cross but i can’t. So im here, on the other side, reaching out. All the time. There is a me, there is a you and there is that in between. Space. Great big wondrous space. Stretching to infinity. But i try anyway, even though its seemingly impossible. Because,
But at some point, i just want to give up. The space is large, too large, perhaps no matter how i try, there is no way to reach over to the other side, so why try then? I stare at that line. Just a line, only a line, and yet, a line all the same. Its thick, its solid, its right in front of me, you, it lies in between. The line, the space. So i sit, crossed legged and i stare.



So im pausing for the moment. Im sitting. Im staring. Im thinking. Im wondering. Perhaps it is time to take a step back, to look at things the way they truly are. People lie. Things change. There is no pot of gold at the other side of the rainbow.

Im breaking it this time, before it breaks me. So i get up, and i walk away from you, the line and that in between. Its all good. (: