We need to
learn to swim. "You first", I say, "Oh", you say, and instead we talk about what it would be like if one of us did learn. So often
safer to
remain on shore dreaming of swimming. Fly, Back, Breast, Free. There's
an ocean between us and I sit here hacking at a cruise-liner with an ax, wishing you'd buy a rowboat and some oars. Still, if you did buy that rowboat, I'd probably build a plane and
fly away, scared of what I'd actually do with you here.
A huge thank you to Bindlenix's An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her, for the phenomenal line, which became this node