This is how it works
I sit between an invisible line, please do the same
I have an important thought, but I lasso it, I hog tie it and hold it
You don’t do the same
We laugh, we drink, and we dance around the content because we can’t stomach the meat in the middle
It’s just easier to lay in the soft-spun outer roll
I offer, you refuse
I offer again and you bump into me because you’re looking down as you answer
Where are you looking for an answer?
We walk, we talk perfectly spaced — our words, our footsteps, and the distance between our shoulders
The energy feels low, this dance is a burden that we won’t admit; we refuse to feel the wall
Hand over hand we reach for the next thing
The next idea
The next sequence
The next spice that completely alters the flavor
Some things can cross the line
The rest will continue to bump up against like a dodge ball
Mirror mirror
Match match
Aim
Fire