Blurred - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I have been crossing imaginary lines trying to find some mythical signs that would lead me to a quiet place where I can embrace your space. Just a touch would mean so much. Just a glance would change my stance on the future. Just a cuddle would help me muddle through the day. My mind is fraught with incomplete thoughts that make the lines blurry, and then I’m in a hurry to make rash-and-crash decisions. Or my stubborn gene rises up to procrastinate and deactivate the decision into oblivion. A kind word would help me deal with the blurred and slurred lines. It’s times like this I need a kiss to get me through the day. A simple caress would ease the stress in my imaginary world.