if we keep running, faster and faster, i might not be able to stop. i'm almost out of breath, you know i don't like distances; if we keep going faster and faster our feet might grow wings and take us away, which makes this decision for me all the harder, do i want to fly by your side and meet the stars or simply lay on solid ground and marvel at them? because i could count them all for you, and i would, because i can resist my short attention span when i need to.

-d