there will be distance

keep art alive; art by tara mcpherson

i am tired of not knowing, of second-guessing, of playing this game between us that we have both created. there are a dozen things i tell myself everyday to dissuade the way i feel, to talk myself out of feeling this way, or to just give in and face the facts of what i know is true for me. some days i have a handle on it, i swirl around in my daily routines and i am content in knowing that you are out there somewhere. i know we think on each other often, and that when we touch down and connect all the doubts fly out the window. but, in these in-between moments, on my less than stellar days, the distance feels overwhelming and sad.

"i may not hold you

for as long as forever exists

i may not know you

for as long as the heavens permit

there will be distance

and we'll both have to come to expect

the wild ending of our dark and feathered friends

and we wield the mighty sword

that cuts through bone and lays the liars down

and we wield an angry sword

that softens stone and turns the tides around

so you called me over

and i'll wait by your building tonight

but you may not bother

but it's better than feeding the lie

i am receiving

the message that i need to go

but i'm not leaving

'til one of us surrenders its soul'

'til one of us renders it so"

mighty sword ~ the frames