Power Line

I always knew it wasn't random. I was only a baby and my paper was still kind of empty, but I had a feeling you were nonetheless able to read the Good Spell in it. You walked away asking yourself what was I trying to do, didn't you? You knew my arm left resting there for a few seconds was a last chance for you to change your mind. A simple Message any girl would get, right? Well, I'm sure you couldn't help noticing the line you were reading was somehow deeply different, harder to interpret than the type you were used to. Your intuition was telling you there was Something weird, not of this world happening. Yes, I was calling you to come to another Place with me, asking you Out.

It was easy for me to leave "all" behind; the hardest thing was to let you go, off the Line, without the Means to share the priceless discoveries from the Adventure. It's not that I give up easily, it's just that it was not a matter of asking your phone number. I had to respect your decision and go on to see what the Future held for me. It was not good for this man to be alone, but it was also too late to doubt, look back and stop working; to "live" apart, possessing no Tool, outside the Present, is way worse a loneliness to bear. I gave up trying to adjust myself to fit into the wicked world for Good and I can't be "strong" like that. The distance that makes any relationship really unworkable, tasting like hell on earth, is that from the Word, not the matter.