What else is there but aspiration? You see something beyond yourself - and instinctively reach for it. Who lives who lacks some ember of desire? Can one be alive without it? What is left when only you remain?
When the night closes over me, when I can feel time slow and the air is still, I embrace myself unwillingly. Enduring me. That which is forever until it is not. How insufferable. How could anyone endure the expanse of life with only themselves to offer comfort?
Instead I reach for you. You represent life. You represent choice. You represent a breath without which I cannot keep pace of my own. You aren't the yin to my yang. You aren't my other. You aren't that which gives life meaning.
You are me.
Posted by Matt at February 22, 2005 09:56 PM