I haven't had it this way. That's always it though, isn't it? If life isn't progressing, it's retreating. We can't stay stagnant like the last 3 and half years have felt. Sometimes I'll tell you and you'll run. I'll tell you and we'll stay "friends" enough for you to keep the story going and by the time our commitment is over, you'll disappear into the ocean. My lifeboat was tethered to you and I've been left at sea.
I'll tie myself to a passing vessel with a strong hull that births gentle waves. A ship that carries me with her. I'll tangle myself in weeds and brush, thinking surrounding myself with all this algae and life has to be getting me somewhere. My heart dreams of letting go and holding onto you. You're a ship that sails just close enough to leave me wanting more. I fall under and the near lifeless drowning sensation excites me.
I fall and the voices inside tell me not to tell you. I fall and the motivational posters say Seize the Day! I don't know where to live with the sturdy ground. I don't like standing still. I'm not content with seeing my reflection staring back at me. I want to hear your voice. I don't want to just hear you whispering nonsense into my mind. Your vessel close to mine and we're both steering our ships intentionally.
You're not the coal in my engine keeping me going. You're not the heart in my chest that keeps pumping until one day it won't. You can't be my solution and my problem at the same time. Can you?
Can I cut off this string without immediately looking for somewhere else to tie it? My heart is light. So light that it's almost heavy with a sixth sense of knowing it's not realistic. Who is going to save this one? Can one live in a lifeboat alone? Are you a tiger or the Coast Guard? Are you my saving grace or empty space? You can't be either; it all happens for a reason. Love is just a season. I want it to be a lifetime. I want the honeymoon beyond the horizon. Is that too much to ask?