The Reason
I think the problem is a curse, or maybe two as it were. I have been cursed with two kinds of thirst: one my mind, the other my legs.
Both take me away from where I am. The one figuratively, the other literally.
How can I get close to anyone when I’m compelled to move away?
There’s gotta be someone out there for me. I know this must be the case. But part of me wonders if that’s really true, or if I’m just inventing a chase.
Something that gives my mind constant consumption and keeps my legs moving in pace. They both can drink up to their gluttonous delight and leave me to bob in the wake.
But what if I give up on meeting someone? Because, hey I just know I’m not easy. The fact of the matter is it’s not the chase that constantly satiates my thirsts. It’s the sating the thirst that gives me the space that needs to exist for a chase. Every time I’ve gotten close to getting my fill and finding my place for a length of time, the thirst over takes me and I’m off again and I’ll just be a bit longer in coming back, if I ever come back at all.
