The excitement of a chase.

A hunt.

A catch.

A thrill.

Keep running.

I’m not through with you yet.

I live a different life in my dreams.  Not by choice.

The stillness of the night paints what it will.

I cannot escape this.

I accept this.

I live.

To be free. To feel. To love. To fear. To be.

The comfort of solitude.

You’re close.  But you’re not here.  You’re gone.

I stop.

I feel.

I search.

So close, so close.  You’re close.  So close.

I can feel you on the tip of my heart…

but you’re forever out of my reach.