Time Line

Why don’t you tell me all about it, maybe I’d find some wisdom for my soul. I know I’m hurting, and no I’m not wishing you are too. Time’s running and moving and so am I. I do wish we are not on a crash course nor putting too much distance between us. She’s running to where she ought to be going and I want to be right next to her, wherever she’s headed. We – no, scratch that – you and me were once like parallel lines in my dreams, moving together with perfection defined by constant distance in between and as soon as one tries to move closer to the other we – uhm, no.. – you and me are no longer as perfect as we ought to be.

But by some magic or trickery, you crashed right into me as I, in turn, collided with your spectrum of gravity. We thought we achieved a new kind of nirvana in the fusion of our time bombs, ticking right beneath our skin. I felt you and you felt me, and we felt each other sober and with shots of white liquor to the head. All of your peace, however, was drained out of your system as mine depended on yours. You pulled the plug and water came running down from inside my soul’s house, through windows you need not pry open to get something from her (for she would’ve opened the door for you easily, if only you’d ask).

I ran away, with numb fingers and cold toes… I wondered why I felt blown up by the fire in your words when the time bomb in me never did explode. It still ticked, with the same rhythm I once said your name with. Maybe it is because I felt so much like wood that is ready to burn – dry, numb, still. I am thankful that water flowed out of me, cooling down my cheeks.

Though it also felt like acid burning my skin.

And now, we are lines still. However, I do not know where you are headed for I have now decided to move with time. She is with me but not beside me, you must know, for she is with you and so with a million others. There is this faint hope that we might be moving towards the same destination, and that time may be the only presence between us. Maybe she has built a wall, shielding us from each other and trying to keep you from making me want my time bomb to go “boom”, eternally losing its own sense of time. Or maybe she’s trying to draw again those parallel lines that once moved in unspoken perfection.

Or maybe, just maybe, she is trying to draw a new line for you and me – us. A line wide enough for us to walk together, side by side, moving in the same direction she’s heading…