You are my quick step...

You are my quick step and my slow motion. I want to run with you, jog with you, climb the highest heights and reach deep into the earth to excavate every truth known to man. Can I call you sometime? I would like to be your number one pal, your best friend forever, your trainer for life... You want to commit suicide. I can understand the feeling. When I first met you, I wanted to die in your arms. Am I a hopeless romantic? Possibly. I could never explain how much you mean to me, not in words. You are pulling up your sleeves and there is blood on your wrists. You have given this too much thought. You should shoot from the hip. No, I am not suggesting you buy a gun. I am not ashamed of having you in my life. You are not a distraction, you are the apple of my eye. We’re close. Everybody has scars, but I like to think of them as stories attached to our bodies that we don’t always know how to give voice to. When I speak, it’s like a flock of angels…? I do not have wings. I will not kill myself. You shouldn’t either. Death is a temporary solution. You’re right, I don’t know what I’m talking about. And the light at the end of the tunnel is not an oncoming train. It is the sun.