Space out.
Our needs were less about each other, as they were about space. It’s what had brought us together, this dance of balance between needing air and crossing distances.
But the rhythm sometimes goes out of sync, and you can’t seem to be able to stop enough to tune the chords.
She needed an empty workroom without mirrors, where she could crumble in all her pieces and stay that way until she could pick herself up long enough to put them together again and start walking again.
I needed the walls to close in on us, just tight enough to press my body tightly around the shaking ribs under it, tight enough for them to stop beating violently against the veins and skin and its being, with just a little space left for them to breathe.
We used to be one person, held together in an attempt to navigate time and stay aboard its ship.
Now, we seem to be stuck apart, blocking out the semblance of a clock, almost forgetting the fact that despite the distances un-given, uncovered, our lives continued to rotate away finitely.
25th Jan, 2016. 9.28 pm
