Fast Forward.

Be more forward, you tell me.

And there’s that ever present nudge in your words that is meant to remind me, I may one day regret it if I don’t.

And I know what you mean, and I hear what you’re saying.

But what I can’t tell you is, in the being more forward, in the moving forward, there exist that sliver of fear, that if I don’t like it, I can’t go back.

And back.

Back there.

Back where the trail of the footsteps that I, myself, painstakingly pressed one by one into the sands of time, that lead back to yesterday, last year and beyond, is where the known lies.

And there is rarely ever fear in the known.
Because, in that known, at least, there is you.

Be more forward, you tell me.

And there’s that ever present warning in your words that is meant to remind me, I may one day regret it if I don’t.

And what I can’t tell you is, I’m a little bit scared that I may regret it if I do.

And what I can’t tell you is, even as I hesitantly take that very first step forward, stumbling over rising tides of my own fear over the threshold that floats like smoke between the planes of time, I’m hoping against hope, that if I fast forward to tomorrow, I’ll find that you’ll have met me on the other side.

Meet me halfway, right at the borderline
Let’s walk the bridge, to the other side
Just you and I.
I will fly, I’ll fly the skies, for you and I.
I will try, until I die…

~ by libertiness on October 14, 2009.