If you don’t know how you got where you are, you probably weren’t watching where you were going.

this far or further, I need to know.
And your hand is held open, intentionally.. or just what I want to see?
I don’t normally beg for assistance — I rely on my own eyes to see.. but right now you make no sense to me.

she told me, “Son, fear is the heart of love,” so I never went back.