Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Something in the Way

It's all air between us; air and something else, like half smiles that turn to grins and beating hearts that start to race. Resistance stands in the way, bearing down on us with a malicious sneer, daring us to step closer to one another. This is fear. I know it is. But it's hope and it's wonder and it's the way your pupils dilate and your mouth twitches with amusement and it's the way hours pass like minutes and sunlight fades in the evenings. It's wanting you close without you ever being close enough.